He sat in the
back of the auditorium blending in with the darkness. It had been twenty years
since he left and never looked back leaving a wife and young son to be alone
and in love with the bottle. For years he lived on the streets occasionally
working but mostly begging and stealing to support his habit. He was saved five
years ago when after a brutal beating by three men he ended up in a rehab
facility where he got sober and remained so at least for today. His son went on
to become a well-known artist and entertainer who headlined tonight’s show that
he learned about from posters he saw in a coffee shop. He wasn’t ready to
confront his boy who surly had forgotten about his drunken father a long time ago.
As the lights dimmed and the crowd came alive a tall and solemn figure came on
stage and sat behind the piano. “Thank you very much” he said to the audience,
“I would like to dedicate this first song to all the children who lost a parent
to an addiction” The song was a blueprint of the man in the backs life and he
openly wept, the beautiful music drowning out his pain and sorrow. At the end
of the show as people began to leave the man in the back stayed trying to hold
on to every note, every word, every moment he could trying to get up the nerve
to go back stage, but he didn’t, not now, not tonight but maybe tomorrow,
maybe.
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