“Sorry, Dad. It’s Sunset Waters or…”
He begrudgingly entered the common room on Christmas Eve and was met with smiles, bright eyes and happy faces.
Might as well give it my best shot, he thought, and his performance was his very best.
“It wasn’t so bad,” he told his son later. “Perhaps if they invite me back I’ll do the Easter concert, too.”
He wasn’t a washed up, has-been after all. The audience remembered and still loved him.