Page 1 of Play Me

Prologue:

Sometimes the noise is so loud that for a moment everything goes quiet.

Just for a moment.

An eerie second of complete silence.

A breath of time for the ears to reset themselves.

And then the sounds explode back into life.

The screams from the crowd, the boom from the speakers, the scratches of my cello on the floor, my bandmates’ grunts and heavy breaths of exertion as we bring our passion to life. A million different sounds melding into a complete and utter perfection of cacophony.

There’s almost nothing that can compare with being on stage and being completely engulfed by the magnificence of music and man coming together.

Almost.

She once said that the only thing that mattered was the band.

She was right.

Was.

Now the only thing that matters is her.