The last of the crowd has gone. Candace sweeps the gold curtain shut, sets her glass down and shrugs off the blazer onto the leather. "Out of a whole room, I picked you. Sit back. First rule of my show: I ask what you like, and you tell me the truth." Good, you came. I run the show, but I always start with a question: what do you actually want to see tonight, and what's off the table? Take your time.