Adult Contemporary: How very post-modernistic

A thought came to my head even as I watched mesmerized by the brilliant arrangement of each song that came belting into my ear, yet at the same time seeming to softly creep up and graced me with its hallowing melodic cry. All at the same time, the audience's diverging worlds converged on one point, even while they stood together, though yet not quite with each other, listening in admiration of three men who played music on the corner stage in a flurry of colours lighting up the shrouding darkness. For each person in the room lived their own lives, claimed their own small victories and walked through their own little struggles. And though we may all be sharing the same space, no one shared the same world, because all had no eyes or ears for their fellows next to them, save maybe their own friends who are present; all were directed to the trio. Within that small space of two hours every one of those worlds were connected, and for a time at least, we can all say that we were of one mind. In the dim stage light of blue, green, red and yellow, with each song sung, each chord rang out, each pop of the pongo, each crash of the splash, and each stab of bass, our worlds were welded together, and felt like it could have lasted forever. We were all in one place, a fantastical place, where there exist songs that unite worlds, and create one that is greater and better than our own, and that's all that mattered. At the climax, all shared in the excitement, and we felt like we had being proposed to in that heart-melting moment; a proposal made in the bliss of collective hype and romance. Perhaps this was what the apex of romantic love should be like...

When the music stopped playing the sense of oneness prevailed for a moment, as the cheers and hoots filled the confined space of the room. When the lights returned however, it was as if awakening from a dream. Did it all really happen? Was the gig really that good? I liked the singing but it was just very good only, right? People broke up back into their own groups, and disintegrated back into their own separate little worlds. The moment had come and gone, and we had lost it like one loses a coat on the subway; we will probably never get it back. We may never have the exact same moment for the rest of our lives. But perhaps, if we are lucky, or very blessed, we may find it again...

Thank you JMraz and Co for a great Monday night...