The tumblers may not be keen to philosophize about the nature of performance and art, but you'd lap up that atmosphere like a dog at a soup tureen. And of course seeing well-formed performances would be an absolute thrill.
For right now, of course, all your focus needs to be on succeeding this Sunday for His Grace. You realize you've fallen behind the group and trot to catch up.
They largely keep their shoulders and backs to you as you traverse the dusky ground. Though the occasional factual question is directed towards you during the meal, you feel kept at arms' length. It seems you have not endeared yourself to many today. Best you can, you brush away the cobwebs of self-doubt that you can feel filling the corners of your mind. [-Surety]
Onward