The venue, a converted church. On the stage, a pair of overly-earnest music students taking down the classics with piano and violin. The crowd, hipsters of all sorts (both), waiting inattentively for the arrival of the main act and the subsequent banishment of these cultured types. They shift. They whisper. They escape to the lobby for the requisite drinks. A few especially rude souls commence with the blogging via their hipster phones.
The classical girls finish! Massive applause for the end! But wait, it's only the beginning. One unidentifiable song bleeds into another as the IT workers and waitresses-but-really-I-act begin to resemble more and more the pre-schoolers they are at heart. As the "adult" standing to the side shakes his head in disgust, the hipsters save seats for their friends and slurp over-priced cocktails through straws.
More applause. It sounds sincere, if you don't notice the faces. Not a smile to be seen, except on the faces of the people whispering to their friends.
How long until the hipster singer-songwriter takes the stage? How much more of this actual culture must we put up with before the arrival of the culture we accept? Why do we need this? How many of us will feel validated tomorrow, telling our friends about the formerly-religious venue? The quirky and oh-so-cool mixing of classical and rock IN ONE EVENT?
And how many will just be hungover?
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