 And without looking, I can just hear Grace's jaw drop in utter amazement and disappointment. Like, this was so on-brand for me to do. But then, like, this is all wrong. There's this Carnegie Hall. Why are these kids so sad? Why is the music so depressing? Why does that guy have, like, the flip-up sunglasses? And, like, some people in the crowd are crying, and they're taking videos on their phone. And I realize, I have brought my struggling relationship to an elementary school chorus recital.