Halfway through the show, the music drifted into something more romantic. The lights dimmed again and the cast slipped off-stage. The catwalks lit up gradually, as if a cloud had just unveiled the moon. Eleven of Tropicana’s modelos glided out onto the cat-walks, holding huge black discs in front of them. Each disc carried the words “Capitol Records.” Rolling the records like wheels, the women moved along the catwalks to the stage, forming a line before the audience. Then they spun the discs around. The backs were hot pink. On each was printed a bold black letter, spelling out N-A-T K-I-N-G
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