Crash
The cheer that rises at Tommy's name is overwhelming. I have to play through the intro of the song two extra times to get myself together.
Are you hearing the truth in this, my oldest friend? I wonder. Because I wouldn't miss it for the world. I can't help but wonder, though, how they're all going to feel about me—and about Tommy—after they hear this. Of all the songs tonight, these next two are the two I almost didn't include. Worried they'd make it impossible for me and Tommy to ever finally find peace again.
But they're true. And tonight is all about telling the truth. Getting it out. Not denying it anymore. And if that means the crowd starts to hate me, or Tommy refuses to ever speak to me again . . . well, at least I'll be hated for something that's real, for once.
Rolling my head with the music, I lean into the keys and pound out the introduction to the song, then let the sound ease back before I sing.
