[originaltext] In June, my band performed at a party at a Lower East Side bo

In June, my band performed at a party at a Lower East Side boutique. A few weeks later, we were playing in Brooklyn when a man named Jack approached me and said,(23)"I just thought you might like to know that a friend I brought to your last show changed his name to Allen Simone. " I laughed and said something like, "Well, I hope that’s working out for him," but the news was a strange revelation. Twelve years ago, I changed my own name to Allen Simone.(24)So I know that whenever someone changes his name, a body gets stuffed in the closet. I changed my name and it changed me. With my new name as Allen Simone, I had no reputation, no history of unmet expectations, nothing to lose. I started singing: I formed a band. I poured my best self into my new name. I wondered if the new Allen Simone would do the same. I started dropping the Allen Simone story into conversations with friends. As the year wound down, I found myself thinking more about him. If I harbored any hopes that the change had anything to do with me—say, with the awesome power of my performance—these were dashed.(25)Jack told me that his friend had already been looking for a new name to change his life and when he came to my show, he homed in on mine before I’d even opened my mouth.
23. What did Jack tell the speaker?
24. What happened to the speaker after he changed his name?
25. Why did Jack’s friend want to change his name?