The moment just before is the scariest. The strobe lights snap to darkness, and the arena, filled with nearly 20,000 rowdy fans, goes quiet for a second, maybe two. A promo video plays above, shouting lofty phrases like “Change the game” and “KCD have arrived” at the faceless crowd. The veil drops: Eight dancers outfitted like glitzy superheroes regain their humanity, pulses racing, eyes flitting to the crowd, then back to the ground, scanning and praying that everything is in place, that the grueling hours of labor will translate. The first beat booms onto the court, and the moment passes. The women spring to life changed as if by alchemy. For nearly two minutes, the court belongs to them.