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After Von's mic drop, the stage lights instantly cut to black. And in a typical televised show like this one, this would be the moment the room exploded with applause, but none came. There was no applause. There were no boos.
There was only the collective sound of nine thousand people trying to process what they had just witnessed. It wasn't just that Von's performance was technically magnificent, though the flow, the cadence, and the stage presence were undeniable. It was the meaning behind it.
The lyrics hadn't been vague pop metaphors. They were specific. They were accusations. They were a roadmap to a crime scene.
The raw emotion radiating from Von was the cherry on the cake to convinced them something was involved.
For ten seconds, the silence stretched. But then, the spotlights snapped back on, centering on Michael.
