Park Min-Gyu: Pavane for a Dead Princess

I froze. How do I describe how I felt when I first saw her? It was like how I'd feel sitting in front of my TV, eating curry and watching the same music program I watch every Saturday that features the same batch of young pop stars and R&B singers, listening to the audience clapping and the same host introducing the next artist, with everything as it should be, when, suddenly, an old middle-aged guy takes the stage and starts yodeling, "Yodel-ay-ee-yo, lay-ee-yo, lay-ee-yodel-ee!"