2021 still haunts like power being cut, the lights going off with you on stage, performing. Before the blackout, everything was vibed. The crowd was swaying, whooping, jubilating, dancing. Now, only muffled voices; a sad realization that no one barely sung along. It was just you and the amplifier. You struggle to accept this fact. Perhaps they hadn’t enjoyed the show enough.
Yet there are the rare Ash scenarios. When the crowds, determined and enthusiastic about a song/artist stomped along in unison to preserve the moment. And they sounded like a big sweet choir. This so became a silent prayer.
During this period what happened? What have you done? Remarkable or not, how have you found the strength to press on? This are the kind of stories I would love to hear. Also, can this be a good title for a short story/movie? I’d really love to know your thoughts. Plus other six words stories that would rhyme with mine.
Even so, much of the work is on you, crowds make the choice to be loyal.
Have a blessed week!