Spring Break. Last chance at college memories. It’s about midnight. Karaoke night on Tuesday. No one could predict what happens next.

A room full of people: all shapes, sizes, colors, and ages. Most are dressed up in cocktail attire; some are dressed in black tie. Some watch others. Some are watched, and they know it. I bear witness to expectations and norms, costume and ritual, and collective consciousness of a rehearsed ensemble as I observe…