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Authors: Lindsay Delagair
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feel the glow coming over my
face. Singing was one of my favorite things. I wasn’t vain, but I
was glad that it was something that I could do really well. I just
felt so free when I sang. It was like the world and all its
problems completely vanished and all that remained was the ability
to make people happy.
“ Hey, everybody! How about a
little Natalie Grant tonight?”
The shouts and cheers began
as I turned to the band. “Let’s start with I Will Not Be Moved .”
That got a big smile; they really
enjoyed a challenge.
The spotlight came on and the first
steady hum came from the keyboardist as I gripped the mic in one
hand and the mic stand in the other. Then the electric guitars and
the drums kicked into high gear as the music pulsed through my
veins. And that is when the music seemed to take over and the
performance began. I had it nailed down as well as if I were
Natalie Grant herself. I could see the sea of heads bobbing up and
down as they jumped and danced to the beat. “…I will make mistakes,
I will face heartaches” I sang. “But I will not be moved…” All the
while Evan’s stare was intent and he seemed oblivious to the throng
moving to the beat and surrounding him. As the music died, the
cheers and shouts rose, I watched him put his fingers between his
lips and let out a loud whistle and then began to clap.
“ One more. One more,” was
the chant coming from the group.
“ All right, one more.” I
turned to the band, “ Perfect
People , can you guys do that one?” They all
nodded and I turned once again to face my audience. I lowered my
gaze to the floor as the slow and steady beat began. This song
didn’t start like the more rocking melody I’d just sung, but it
quickly became one of my favorites because of the silky strands of
the music and the desperate and soulful sounds of the words as they
flowed. “Never let ‘em see you when you’re breaking, never let ‘em
see you when you fall…Tell the world you’ve got it all together,
never let them see what’s underneath…”
He seemed mesmerized.
I usually look around at the faces in
the crowd, but I couldn’t take my eyes from his as I continued to
pour out my soul into the song. “There is no such thing as a
perfect life. Come as you are, broken and scarred, lift up your
heart; be amazed and be changed by your perfect God.” The look on
his face was telling me that this song was hitting him where he
lived, but I actually chose it because I felt it helped to tell my
own story. Yet, as I sang, I knew the words were digging deep into
his flesh, “He knows where you are and where you’ve been and you
never have to go there again.” The look on his face was heart
shattering, but it only gave me more fuel to pour onto the fire in
my performance. The song ended and I hopped off the
stage.
“ Great job,” Bev was yelling
at me over the din. I smiled and grabbed his arm as we moved away
from the stage.
“ So how’d you like it?” I
asked as the next person began to sing. “Was it better than your
Led Zeppelin?” The back of the room would be the only place where I
knew we would be able to hear each other, but he didn’t say
anything. I looked at him and suddenly knew why. His eyes had this
unusual quality to them, and I understood at that moment just how
much impact the song had made. I didn’t push the conversation; I
just went to the table where the drinks were sitting out and poured
us each a coke.
We listened to another two songs when
he finally turned to me and said, “Jewels was right.”
“ About what?” I took a sip
of my drink.
“ You should try out for
American Idol, or something. You’ve got a lot of
talent.”
The evening seemed to end
too quickly and I knew I wasn’t ready to say good-night. He asked
me if I’d sit with him in his car for a little while before he
left. Bev and Matt were okay with it, although Matt distinctly
mentioned not leaving. It was funny to hear him take that fatherly tone
face. Singing was one of my favorite things. I wasn’t vain, but I
was glad that it was something that I could do really well. I just
felt so free when I sang. It was like the world and all its
problems completely vanished and all that remained was the ability
to make people happy.
“ Hey, everybody! How about a
little Natalie Grant tonight?”
The shouts and cheers began
as I turned to the band. “Let’s start with I Will Not Be Moved .”
That got a big smile; they really
enjoyed a challenge.
The spotlight came on and the first
steady hum came from the keyboardist as I gripped the mic in one
hand and the mic stand in the other. Then the electric guitars and
the drums kicked into high gear as the music pulsed through my
veins. And that is when the music seemed to take over and the
performance began. I had it nailed down as well as if I were
Natalie Grant herself. I could see the sea of heads bobbing up and
down as they jumped and danced to the beat. “…I will make mistakes,
I will face heartaches” I sang. “But I will not be moved…” All the
while Evan’s stare was intent and he seemed oblivious to the throng
moving to the beat and surrounding him. As the music died, the
cheers and shouts rose, I watched him put his fingers between his
lips and let out a loud whistle and then began to clap.
“ One more. One more,” was
the chant coming from the group.
“ All right, one more.” I
turned to the band, “ Perfect
People , can you guys do that one?” They all
nodded and I turned once again to face my audience. I lowered my
gaze to the floor as the slow and steady beat began. This song
didn’t start like the more rocking melody I’d just sung, but it
quickly became one of my favorites because of the silky strands of
the music and the desperate and soulful sounds of the words as they
flowed. “Never let ‘em see you when you’re breaking, never let ‘em
see you when you fall…Tell the world you’ve got it all together,
never let them see what’s underneath…”
He seemed mesmerized.
I usually look around at the faces in
the crowd, but I couldn’t take my eyes from his as I continued to
pour out my soul into the song. “There is no such thing as a
perfect life. Come as you are, broken and scarred, lift up your
heart; be amazed and be changed by your perfect God.” The look on
his face was telling me that this song was hitting him where he
lived, but I actually chose it because I felt it helped to tell my
own story. Yet, as I sang, I knew the words were digging deep into
his flesh, “He knows where you are and where you’ve been and you
never have to go there again.” The look on his face was heart
shattering, but it only gave me more fuel to pour onto the fire in
my performance. The song ended and I hopped off the
stage.
“ Great job,” Bev was yelling
at me over the din. I smiled and grabbed his arm as we moved away
from the stage.
“ So how’d you like it?” I
asked as the next person began to sing. “Was it better than your
Led Zeppelin?” The back of the room would be the only place where I
knew we would be able to hear each other, but he didn’t say
anything. I looked at him and suddenly knew why. His eyes had this
unusual quality to them, and I understood at that moment just how
much impact the song had made. I didn’t push the conversation; I
just went to the table where the drinks were sitting out and poured
us each a coke.
We listened to another two songs when
he finally turned to me and said, “Jewels was right.”
“ About what?” I took a sip
of my drink.
“ You should try out for
American Idol, or something. You’ve got a lot of
talent.”
The evening seemed to end
too quickly and I knew I wasn’t ready to say good-night. He asked
me if I’d sit with him in his car for a little while before he
left. Bev and Matt were okay with it, although Matt distinctly
mentioned not leaving. It was funny to hear him take that fatherly tone
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