His voice wasn't attractive. Not at all. Not at first. But then… your heart heard something your ears had missed. Slowly, slowly, that something drew you in. Till all around you there was silence. No more rustling, no jeering, no coughing, no cheering. Just silence, enclosed by the honeyed emotion and feeling coming through the figure on stage. Revealed by spotlight, a youthful face stood singing, a figure in those awkward years transforming from a boy to a man. Standing straight in a white 55 shirt, holding his guitar close to his body like a lover.
That something moved through the room till it filled the corners, lifted to the ceiling, and you knew, you knew what was in front of you was something else. Something special. All those feelings and emotions, the memories, ones you had felt, sure others had felt, were being spoken by the honest voice of a 16 year old. Spoken through the 6 strings of a guitar. Spoken from the soul.