Replete with peculiar hand movements. He waits for applause. The audience knows when to do its part. Programmed. Planned. Rehearsed. Static. Immutable. Yet it is a draw, a lure, an irresistible occurrence for some who live for it. A mystical emotional roller coaster ride they seem to be addicted to and simply cannot quit. It is a way to pass the time away because there is nothing else that moves them so than the repetition of what they've heard dozens of times before but can't get enough of forever more. Weird.
