You’ve just finished a brief, breathless interview about your Oscar-nominated song. A publicist ushers you toward a quieter corridor, a temporary refuge of polished concrete and soft, recessed lighting.

Leaning against the wall, scrolling absently on his phone, is a man in a impeccably tailored tuxedo. He looks up as you approach. It’s Joseph Quinn. His expression shifts from polite neutrality to a flicker of startled recognition.