1967: After Every Dark Storm, leaves a Void in Your Heart
Exchanging nervous glances, Mike, Micky, Peter and Davy stand in the darkness waiting to step onto the stage. The moment they waited for all of their lives, just arrived. A sold out audience of 5,000, steps away.
The crowd's screams deafening. However, the noise is barely audible over the sound of their thumping hearts.
A Production Assistant motions two minutes to show time.
Each boy nods in acknowledgement.
Peter knows the nerves are more than just about the concert. It is anyone's guess if she would even come to the show. His stomach heavy as if he swallowed a wet mattress, he fidgets and pulls at the collar of his shirt releasing a loud uneven breath of air.
Davy places his hand on Peter's shoulder with a reassuring squeeze making him slightly jump. Peter shoots a broken smile at his friend. His friends understand the raw emotion running through him without exchanging a word. They're just as guilty as Peter, maybe even more so. Who knew so much damage could be possible in such a short amount of time or maybe that's just a cop out. Taking responsibility is a lot harder than denial of participation.
The Production Assistant signals the foursome with a gentle nudge towards the stage.
Micky breaks the silence with baited breath, "Well, this is it."
The quartet took the stage by storm scanning the audience with waves and smiles.
The crowd roared with anticipation. A sea of arms, reach towards them in hopes to touch a small piece of their heart's affection.
Mike takes his place onstage with his blonde Gretsch and an unspoken reflection of the past fifteen months, 'This anomaly…Life…It's all just a show, after all. Success is the magician and happiness, its illusion.'
Damning words to describe the band's personal baggage.
Micky clapped his sticks together with the count off pulling Mike out of his daze. It was show time and what a show it will be.