“I can’t do this without thinking of Charlie Kirk.”
The crowd went quiet. The giant screen behind him flickered: unseen footage of Charlie in his final days—smiling, playing piano, moments raw and intimate. Hearts broke in hushed silence.
Their voices—raw, hopeful— lifted the pain. Thousands held lit phones and candles, letting light shine back at darkness. When the final note faded, the cheers weren’t loud. They were soft, wrapped in tears and awe.