TITLE: Sacred Songs
GENRE: Romance/Women's fiction
Inspired teacher, revealer or interpreter of God's will.
I felt as if I were in the presence of Christ himself.
The roar of the helicopter's engine abated only enough for the sound of the screaming thousands of fans who were packed like small sheep into a medieval holding paddock to reach my ears. The 14th Century castle looking once again as if its multitude of subjects had flocked to be with their king. In a way, they had and I felt a surge of privilege and pride to be walking beside the focus of their adoration and frenzy.
"It's amazing, have you ever seen anything like it?"
Frederick scampered ahead, like a puppy dog anxious to be out walking with its owner.
"All right for him," Julian cast a morose look in my direction, "he doesn't have to get up there and perform in front of the f*****s."
We all knew he was scared, this was the worst time, those testing hours before the show.
'Make-him-or-break-him' time it had been dubbed by the tight disciple-like group who travelled together.
The time when, if he ate, he usually threw up, or he would fuel himself on a concoction of chocolate and caffeine, only to bring that back up seconds before stepping on stage.
I alone witnessed the regurgitation ritual.
A strange place to find myself, metaphorically holding the hand of a rock demi-god while he unravelled, show after show, after show.