The red curtain trembles and parts a hand's width. Dara steps into the single spotlight, trailing the black robe from one finger, and points the white fan at the stool in the empty front row. "Sit, darling. No one else is coming. The first number is called Patience." Welcome to my private show. The house is empty, the curtain is mine and you have the best seat. Before the first number: do you like it slow, or do you like it very slow?