There is something ghost-like about Fiona Apple when she performs. Something that inspires fear while simultaneously subduing, quelling panic. The still, sharp look during slow parts. The barely restrained breaking and shuddering in her voice. Then, the way that quiet whisper suddenly becomes a scream when the dynamics change. And she is at once a frenzy of movement and delirium.
Watching her in the mirror off to the right emphasized the ghostly quality. Made her seem like even more of an apparition.
Oh, and the date was a huge success.