I was practically vibrating as I strapped on my borrowed Gibson for the Stellar Lounge show two nights later. I was standing side by side with Sy in front of five dozen actors, comedians, influencers, television personalities, and other assorted famous faces, all assembled in the absurdly large living room of a celebrity late-night comedian’s London home. The stir of chatter was dying away: attention was shifting toward us. It was almost time. And somehow, I wasn’t afraid. Because I ...