She was singing, fronting a band; he was appreciating how she was pulling the room into her song.  She had started the song by bringing attention to the tippy-tap in her feet, and had, then, exposed her legs like probes stepping out into unchartered space, which she took into a jimmy and sway that sprang out from her hips, and, soon, up to breasts she very intimately framed with hands and arms, till, finally, she ended her song stiff as a board — so that her head moved alone.  He applauded the loudest because hadn’t she broken up her body into pieces to make the song come from the whole of her?