Only a few hours later, Sy and I were literally still catching our breath as the house lights went down and the stage lights began to burn. On the other side of the lights, was a stadium full of people who, I couldn’t help but think, were busy hating me. It was a persistent, ugly feeling, something like anxiety but with the teeth of facts to back it up. I’d seen my socials today: it wasn’t good. My Instagram was flooded with Sy’s fans telling me what a garbage waste of space and ...