Sunday, August 05, 2007
Wish You Were There
We sat perched at the very top of the arena. People slowly streamed in as an opening act performed. Unusual, high-energy, african - it kept us entertained while we waited. As the seats continued to fill, the singer finished up and left the stage. We sat and waited as stage-hands removed instruments, did a bit of rearranging. Then the lights went out. Complete silence - respect for what we knew was coming.
Out of nowhere, and filling every inch of the building, we heard, "Don't Give Up". The magic of the moment, as he continued to sing the song, rising from beneath the stage, and suddenly was standing there. Beautiful does not adequately describe it.
I just sat and cried as I listened, knowing I wouldn't hear something like this many times in my life, sharing it with my husband and a daughter who are big fans. But also knowing how much my sister would love it. Wishing she too was sitting there with me.
He was more personable than I expected, more 'normal', he joked with us, talked quite a bit, literally ran through the crowd visiting with people. The violinist and celloist were world-class and a concert in themselves. The orchestra backing him was beautiful. His one solo on the drums, and sitting watching him play the piano while he sang, all made the ticket price well worth it. Every song was breath-taking, the finale was wonderful, although already this morning I can't remember what it was.
I do, however, remember the opening, and that as he sang, I sat and listened and wished you were there with me. We would have sat in silence, crying, together. Some things are meant to be shared with certain people, and I wish we could have. xoxoxo
posted at 10:33 AM