Lo, in that summer gathering of twenty thousand souls, when the famed minstrel Keith Urban, hailing from the distant shores of Australia, did take the stage, there befell a marvel most wondrous. For from amidst the throng he summoned forth a maiden of but eleven winters, by name Lauren Spencer-Smith, to join him in song.
Together they did raise their voices in sweet harmony, giving life anew to the ancient verse first wrought by the bard Bob Dylan, and later cloaked in the soulful mantle of Adele: “Make You Feel My Love.” And the multitude stood entranced, for though the maiden was but a child, her voice soared with strength beyond her years, and her courage shone as bright as any star above.
Keith Urban, whose custom it oft is to invite the faithful to share in his melody, found in young Lauren a spirit most bold. That she stood unshaken before so vast a host, her song entwined with his as though by fate’s own hand, was a marvel to behold.
Know ye further of this child: born in Portsmouth, England, yet carried with her kin to the fair dominion of Canada when but three summers old. On Vancouver Island she grew, and there her gift for song was revealed, first before her schoolfellows when she was but six.
By the time of her eleventh year, she had set forth her voice upon the great marketplace of the ether, through a channel of the YouTube. There she did share both borrowed ballads and songs of her own making, gathering to her a host of followers numbering in the hundreds of thousands, and drawing the gaze of millions from across the earth.
Thus it was that the maiden’s path, foretold in song, did first entwine with the journey of a master. And the people remember that night not as mere performance, but as a magical joining of generations, where the old guard of music welcomed the new.
