There’s a moment at the start of the annual Clive Davis pre-Grammy gala, typically held on the eve of the big show, when an invited guest realizes, you’re not so special. Sure, your name might be on the guest list for the seated dinner, held at the Beverly Hilton Hotel in Beverly Hills for the past two decades, but your worth in the music industry is reduced to a little paper stub and a sharpie, marking your table number at the ultra-exclusive gathering. Anything in the double digits, you’re in