The city lights on the other side of the hotel suite window illuminate the room, with all the lights off, from outside. Downstairs is likely to be press and ticketless concert fans, eager for me to sign CDs and merchandise on the way to the car. I hear footsteps approaching down the corridor and knuckles rapping on the door. I don't even move from in front of the window or turn my head. I just ask. Yes?
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