Aaron Neville): Dont Know Much (with

The house lights dimmed, and the chatter of the crowd softened into a hush. Elias struck a soft, resonant chord. It was the opening of "Don't Know Much."

For those four minutes, the missed calls, the long winters apart, and the pride that kept them silent vanished. There were a thousand things they didn't understand about why they had let go, but as the final note faded into the sound of the rain outside, they realized the song had said the only thing that actually mattered. Dont Know Much (with Aaron Neville)

Elias closed the keyboard cover. Clara didn't go back to her booth. She reached out a hand, and for the first time in years, the melody didn't have to end. The house lights dimmed, and the chatter of

From the shadows of the booth, Clara’s voice rose to meet his. It was pure silver, fluttering with that unmistakable, delicate vibrato that had once been the only thing he needed to hear to feel home. “But look at this heart, there's still a lot of growing.” There were a thousand things they didn't understand

He began to sing, his voice a gravelly baritone that anchored the room. “Look at this face, I know the years are showing...”