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<\/figure>\n\n\n\n.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n It was supposed to be a Jack Black tribute to Ozzy Osbourne. That alone had fans lining up around the block. But no one \u2014 no one<\/em> \u2014 was prepared for what happened next.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Under the red haze of stage lights and a backdrop of swirling gothic symbols, Jack Black emerged like a man possessed. With wild eyes, a velvet cloak, and a howl that could wake the dead, he launched into \u201cMr. Crowley\u201d like it was his last breath on Earth. Backed by a band of teenage prodigies, each one looking like they\u2019d just escaped a music conservatory and set it on fire, the sound that tore through the venue was pure chaos. Screaming guitars. Thunderous drums. It was Sabbath meets School of Rock, performed at the gates of hell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But just when the performance hit its peak \u2014 just when Jack\u2019s voice cracked with primal fury and the audience began to teeter on the edge of delirium \u2014 a second mic lit up.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n