My wife and I would sometimes end our occasional day trips by staying at a hotel overnight. Most had a lounge that offered relatively inexpensive late meals and free entertainment--normally a little-known or local group who were often very good. One night, over 25 years ago, we again chose a Sheraton.
Entering the lounge, we had to squeeze past the obligatory "super-cool" businessman standing in the doorway, trying to make time with two young women who appeared captive--and bored.
As our meals arrived, projection lights above the small stage switched on to the opening chords of "On Broadway."