This is an extract from the book Climbing Mountains: A Book of Inspirational Stories
You could feel the excitement in the air. The crowd was standing around, some stamping their feet to get some warmth and life back. They were warmly dressed, ready for a long wait out in the cold. But they did not mind.
A few shared their flasks with some warm courage, but mostly they were talking, excitedly looking around them, having a good time despite the bitter cold.
As the time approached, the din of the voices increased and the energy in the crowd became palpable. Then a spotlight brightened the stage. The crowd started cheering and jostling. There was still just an empty stage, but it did not matter. They knew what was coming.
The music started playing, softly at first, and then it became louder and livelier. Strobe lights went on and the intensity of the excitement in the crowd increased.
The performers burst onto the stage and the crowd went mad. They no longer felt the cold. They swayed to the rhythm of the music and cheered. When the singing started, the crowd joined in.
The lead singer was taking all of this in, and at the same time adding to the energy of the crowd. This was his moment. Or at least one of them. Definitely not his last.