Vigor, fervor, emotion. Play like a zealot! The boy knew that these words he had heard in his class sounded like they should mean something. But until this moment, as he stood in a dark corner in the back of the darker club, watching the stage bright with the lights and the energy of men playing with what it is that those words were created to describe – until now, this very instant of his existence he had not known what it was to have vigor, fervor, emotion. He knew when the air swelled and crested, pulling him like a riptide, that he was forever changed by the man on stage who played like a zealot.