STING


He walked onto the stage in darkness, just an outline pilfered through a haze of light. And it was unmistakably him; erect, slender and compelling.

He brought the house down with the first few notes. Probably through the din of hands clapping, voices howling and lips whistling, the song didn't quite register with me so now I've forgotten what it was. But yes, the excitement just grew and grew...

through Englishman in New York...

through Roxanne...

through Every Breath You Take...

through Sacred Love...

and we were dancing.

The stage was projected on two screens, one on each side. Whenever it would zoom in on his face, I couldn't help but notice this curious smirk he had on his lips, like he was finding something so amusing, but was not on the verge of telling. His eyes were always either closed, or he was looking down on his guitar, or up in the air above him, never at the audience, never at anyone. He was so much this little teaser, not meaning to be, but teasing you just the same. Like he thought it better to keep the secret to himself, making me want all the more to know just what it was, pry it from him if I must. But of course there was no way I could, and he just kept on smirking...

through Island of Souls...

through Mercury Falling...

through Dead Man's Rope...

through If I Ever Lose My Faith in You...

through Fragile...

And then he sang Fields of Gold.

And I had to let go of that smirk. I just had to close my eyes. And let the single tear fall. It wasn't because the song was lonesome. You see, he was right there, singing for me.

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold

So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in the fields of gold

See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in the fields of gold
We'll walk in the fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold