Ricardo Sevilla's Blog

A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art.


 “Write hard and clear about what hurts.” – Ernest Hemingway


Snow Patrol - Live at Seminole Hard Rock




This is it. They are starting to play one of the two songs I wanted to see performed live. My heart begins to slow down a bit. The crowd cheers loudly and everyone around us starts to stand up. The band, having just recruited thousands of fans to sing along, continues playing.


I remain on my seat... while all others stand, waving their hands, and singing along. I get a lump in my throat, not expecting the surge of memories to flow back. Some good memories, some bittersweet ones, some that I thought have all been but forgotten, but all worthy of defining the person I am today. There is something spectacular, listening to this song, play live. It's almost as if I'm hearing it for the first time, yet at the same time, for the thousandth time. 


She reaches down to me and asks me why in the world am I sitting down. 


"Come on, get up!"


She grabs my arm and pulls me up. 


"If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and forget the world?" sings the band. 


And as I stand, looking at them perform, I turn to my right side and see her singing along with a huge smile on her face, arms swaying back and forth. I can't help but smile too, and I continue looking at the band perform. Both hands in my pockets. 


I was there, but at the same time, I was not. I was somewhere else, in a different time, and as a different person... bleeding.


Moments later, I feel a massive hug from behind, bringing me back where I am supposed to be.


Little did she know, just how badly I needed that.