“I don’t have it in me anymore.” he had said.
One of the best guitarists of his time and his personal favourite, John was flabbergasted that he had to counsel Alex. Creative shutdowns weren’t unheard of in his profession, yet knowing that the man whose music had been his companion on many a lonely nights disturbed him.
Alex’s last collaboration was over a year ago and its failure had driven him into a shell. Rumourmongers had already written him off. He was so depressed that he hadn’t touched his priced guitar in months.
John knew he had to try something out of ordinary here. Music was lot more than big labels, setting records or thunderous sales; it was a spiritual experience. The sound of nature didn’t make a dime, but was priceless!
Walking together, John knew Alex felt the magic again. Music hadn’t deserted him. Not yet.