As I close my eyes before I go to sleep, the hours of footage I studied earlier that day replays in my head over and over again. The interview sound bites are imprinted in my mind as I piece them together on an imaginary timeline.
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."