They performed the song a couple of times, thanked me, and left. A moment later, the singer returned, cheeks wet with tears. "Thank you, sir," she said, squeezing my hand. Then, urgently: "I love the songs so much."
"Time Out," it said in big bold letters under the band's name. Even the cover was intoxicating -- strange shapes and bright colors and bizarre objects that you couldn't quite figure out. I looked at Steve, a question on my face.