Small Detour

The massive hall was cloaked in darkness.

Yet, center stage, a single, piercing spotlight illuminated a piano.

Roughly a thousand individuals filled the grand expanse of the hall, their presence visible by their silhouettes.

There was a hush of anticipation that hung in the air.

Like the calm before a storm.

Then, a single, lone figure, walked onto the stage and into the spotlight.

Upon witnessing whom he was, the entire hall swelled with a wave of pure, unfiltered nostalgia, washing over them.

But before the hall could erupt into a cacophony of cheers, a familiar string of notes was played on the lone piano.

A serenely-beautiful voice, rich, resonating and emotional, followed up immediately after;

🎹 ♪

Weekends were your favorite…

That was all it took.

Jack, Kiara and Blake, hit their buzzers in an instant as the hall, lit up in a cascading burst of light!