I have been to coming to concerts in the park all my life. It's strange to think there might have been nights we were listening to the same music...that you were so close!
I come here and the music engulfs me and...I can feel the presence of everyone sitting just above us. You'll see- when the music ends, you'll hear the fragments of conversations echo throughout the chamber and -and footsteps...And then, all will be very still again.
A couple of years ago he was in here asking for money. Took one look at him and I knew he was on the drugs. The boy, the gift...everything was gone. He looked like a ghost.
Rolley's gift was immense. It was fragile. He became lost to us. I don' think there's ever been a young person in the world with more promise and more desire.