My mother walks up to me an hour later. She looks stressed.
"The music artist we booked has cancelled. She's sick."
"Oh dear." I try to be sympathetic.
"It's okay though. Michelle thinks she can fix it."
"How?" I wonder out loud.
"Her daughters both sing and play instruments. She's going to talk them into doing a few songs."
"I didn't know Aurora sings." I smile.
"I imagine there are a lot of things you've yet to learn about her, son."
At that moment, I notice movement on the stage. There she is at the piano. Her sister says something to her and then she's playing. Silence descends around the function hall as they hear the beautiful melody her fingers are creating.
I'm awestruck.
She's not looking at the crowd, but I desperately want her to look at me and then she sings and I can barely breathe because her words destroy me; literally destroys me.