It was a quick stop on the way from Melbourne to Sydney. We pulled off the highway near a small country pub.

We parked and left the car then entered the pub. Of course, after the long trip most of the party had things to do. Except me. I was transfixed.

At the back was a girl, her guitar and her song. And she was singing her heart out. Maybe it was her first gig. Who knows? But that didn’t matter. Then she finished. The whole pub clapped and cheered. And we all caught our breath and held it. Then very slowly the original singer/guitarist returned and started tuning up again. For some reason he couldn’t get started. He knew : what we knew.