Leonard is a plain young man, made even plainer by his shapeless haircut and his drab gray coat. He wouldn’t be noticeable at all were it not for the fact that Lady Gaga’s “You and I” is blasting from his headphones. He doesn’t look like the type, and he doesn’t want to look like the type; he’d be mortified to know that everyone on the train is now aware of his musical guilty pleasure. Happily for Leonard, he doesn’t know. Thus, the musical number in his head continues. He stands before an old-fashioned microphone, hundreds of thousands of fans screaming in front of him. He is decked head to toe in sequins and feathers; he is resplendent. He smiles as he belts the bridge:
“We got a whole lot of money, but we still pay rent
‘Cause you can’t buy a house in heaven.
There’s only three men that I’ma serve in my whole life
And that’s my daddy, and Nebraska, and Jesus Christ.”
He basks in the warm roar of the crowd. He is loved.
Wooo! Done with work. Taco family dinner night tonight. Delicious.