Suddenly, Monae emerged from beneath one of the cloaks and jumped into a bursting tribal beat from her then un-released new album, “The ArchAndroid.” She and her troupe blitzed through regimental marches and jangly dance numbers. Then, just before the encore, Monae’s perfectly coiffed pompadour exploded into a shower of individual strands. She paused as the music hit an instrumental interlude, brushing the hairs out of her face and attempting to corral them with a few bobby pins.
After a moment, perhaps realizing the crowd had reached a frenzy over her new look, she let the strands fall, offered a quick smile and went on.
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