Hans s’approcha du bord de scène et tendit la main vers James qui était proche. Celui-ci monta sur scène et prit un violon qu’on avait apportait. Shin posa sa guitare, détacha le micro de son trépied et John fit chanter les castagnettes dans le long silence, religieux qui planait dans la salle.
« When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we'll see,
No I won't be afraid, no I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me.
– Shin vit des couples improvisaient un slow sur le parterre
devant la scène et il s’avança jusqu’à s’assoire sur le bord pour mieux faire
glisser la musique, tel un ruisseau entre les doigts du trappeur, en eux et
entre eux. –
So darlin', darlin', stand by me, oh now now stand by me,
Stand by me, stand by me.
If the sky that we look upon,
Should tumble and fall
And the mountains should crumble to the sea,
I won't cry, I won't cry, no I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me.
And darlin', darlin', stand by me, oh stand by me.
Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me-e, yeah.
Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me, oh now now stand by me.
Oh stand by me, stand by me, stand by me.
Darlin', darlin', stand by me-e, stand by me.
Oh stand by me, stand by me, stand by me. »
Un court instant, ils crurent que le public n’avait pas apprécié. Ils comprirent vite leur erreur…
Il y eut un soir, il y eut un matin…