32 years ago, I sat in this theater with my dad and my mom. We were here to watch a play titled The King Must Dance Naked. It was a story about citizens holding their leaders accountable. And that story marked me. I remember leaving the hall with the excitement of the drama, a new mental model about the sacredness of the vote and the voice of a citizen and an unforgettable chant. The king must dance naked. The king must dance naked. I remember it like yesterday. every time I waited till I was 18. And when I ...