Damn. Professionals. But they did struggle to weave it together. So they flew me in. I helped. With immense sensitivity. And so they surged. They subtly surged. Did it beyond beautiful. Did it so that unidentified souls started to weep their lost hearts.
The crowds roared! But, was my name or surname, or stage name, mentioned at all? No. No. But then, I am really emotionally matured. Maturred? Or Matured? What the hell. Guys, I admit, you did a song so special that the heavens teared apart. I personally saw three angels crying from the skies above. One of them even looked slightly familiar.