On a cliff at dawn in backroom audition, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with backroom audition,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “backroom audition, backroom audition, backroom audition!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “backroom audition” bliss.