Edwin Mccain - I'll Be (live) -

Leo sat on a rickety stool, his guitar case at his feet. He wasn't the headliner—just the guy filling the gap before the main act. The crowd was a restless sea of clinking glasses and loud conversations that had nothing to do with him.

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. Edwin McCain - I'll Be (Live)

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 sat on a rickety stool, his guitar case at his feet

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. At first, the room didn't change