Tonight I stood in the bare auditorium reeking of old liquor and past wild nights.

Our voices went, bare and naked, stripped away of the melodious company of all the instruments that we are so used to having, and filled the stale air.

It was rough, but very real, like sincere hearts are.

That started Hope, and that brought us to this place.

Bareness and emptiness give way to endless possibilities and new stories.

Glad I am not just witnessing the sparkling new auditorium to come,

but have a chance to work my hands for a few bricks.

People always treasure what they work for more.