Center Singing
Center Singing Last Thursday I sang in the city center. The heat that was richocheting off the heavy stones hit my head and sunglasses, so I followed the advice of another musician and moved to the shade. Maybe it was the too-hotness which set off the scene we'll see later. One woman paused for a whole song with her weight on the balls of her feet, projected toward me. Maybe I was singing Smile (you see the details we forget?), but surely it was a heart-wrencher. As soon as the last note stopped ringing, she rushed toward me and clasped me in a warm embrace. "I don't have anything to give you, but you are wonderful," she said. "This means more than spare change," I responded, hugging her back. And I knew it was true. During my last song (this one I remember–Hallelujah by Cohen), I noticed a young group gathered to my right. I wasn't worried because my senses picked up a good vibe rather than a sneering one that sometimes comes from teenagers. I found ou...