He walked to the piano with a mission in mind. To quote Billy Joel...”The microphone smelled like a beer”.
The audience applauded, but guardedly, politely, almost coldly. Indeed there were a lot of hecklers in the crowd because they knew that he had come to do the impossible. He had come to explain a feeling to them via his gift of music. They had seen many try and fail. They figured that he would be no different.
His music started quietly at first, but with a certain authority that made the drinkers in the crowd put down their martinis. As the first song melted into the second, cigarettes were snubbed and the hecklers grew quiet.
Idle conversation ceased as he moved into a mocking tribute to “All Vain Things Held High”.
By now, all eyes were on him. Some were crying with guilt, some seared with pain, others were angry that he could stare so deeply into their private lives with just notes and words but NO ONE was unmoved. And EVERYONE wanted MORE!
A few of his groupies knew how good he was and were happy for his success but they knew that he was going too far in this concert.
Undeterred, he moved into his final song. In this one he spent every last ounce of energy that he had on the people he had come to entertain. It was a ballad that he was born for.
A ballad of love.
And when it was over, he OWNED every member of the crowd. Cheers erupted and bedlam ensued. The crowd was changed.
His mission finished, he took a bow and left the stage to perform no more.
And yet in 15 minutes, he changed the face of music.
People finally understood love.
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