When the sequined Gold Singers slunk into the marble-clad Liwa Majlis ballroom at the Intercontinental to perform, I didn’t know whether to feel smug or worried.
I was informed by my neighbour at the dinner table, the elegant Cyba Audi of Arabiya television, who was also playing master of ceremonies for the night, that these four melodic starlets normally get out of bed only for royalty.
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