The smell of stale beer and floor wax always hung heavy in The Soundboard, a dive bar where the stage was barely six inches off the ground.
Leo packed his guitar, knowing he’d never play it that well again. Some songs belong to the studio, but "I'll Be" belongs to the room, the sweat, and the live air. Edwin McCain - I'll Be (Live)
At first, the room didn't change. But as Leo hit the first line— “The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful” —the guy at the bar stopped mid-sentence. A couple in the corner booth stopped looking at their phones. The smell of stale beer and floor wax