Everytime I see someone perform live,
I feel like I belong. It’s just a vague feeling.
It’s there when they take a familiar song
And make it their own
It’s there when the performer takes a deep breath
He closes his eyes.
The first verse starts
And someone in the audience lets loose a slow smile
Some lose it to an expression of awe and wonder
And one by one, and all at once
They get engulfed by this energy
And this magic – If there’s any in the world,
It’s when the crowd starts with slow hums like static
And slowly rises into a cheer in harmony with the tune of the song
And the performer is the artist.
He opens his eyes
Looks into the audience for the first time
And this is the moment the artist
Finally finds the reason
why he started in the first place
It’s like the song finally found its key.
And then the artist
Gives a little foot tap
Maybe a slight shiver
And lets it all out.
There is passion out on the stage
And down below in the crowd that screams back in recognition.
He closes eyes again
And every other eye reflects only him.
And when there is silence to follow
You know what fills every mind and every heart:
I feel like I belong.
It’s a very overpowering feeling.