"I feel naked," our friend leaned over and whispered. We nodded our head. "Exposed, but in a good way," we replied, in awe of the man who was causing this feeling. It was the third song in and Damien Rice was alone on the stage, bathed in red light, with only his voice and his guitar. He sang, "It's not that we're scared/It's just that it's delicate," with such candor that the vulnerability in his voice blanketed the audience, covering us in that emotion. All this, even without the cello.
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