Ornate moldings covered every inch of wall and ceiling, thick crimson curtains filled the doorways into the box seats, and 5 rows up a balding man in a well-pressed suit stood up to survey the crowd.
Heavily subwoofered pre-concert music caused each of those ornate pieces of molding to shudder, setting up a complex counter-rhythm of rattling. Several hundred jeans-wearing concert-goers gazed back at the well-pressed man, fascinated, wondering if he had accidentally wandered into the wrong venue, wondering if he was going to find Business Time amusing.
Business Time isn’t until Wednesday.