In the days of late summer, word did spread of a tender moment between the celebrated balladeer Sir Scotty of House McCreery and his small heir, a lad of but two and a half years, called Avery.
Long hath Sir Scotty pledged his heart to the music of Lord George of Strait, known across the land as the King of Country and keeper of the sacred tune, “The Chair.” Yea, so great was Sir Scotty’s devotion that he did pen a tribute in the form of a melody titled “Damn Strait,” a song sung with love and reverence.
But lo! It seems the flame of music now kindles within the young Avery, whose voice, though tender and small, did echo the great songs of old.
In a chamber said to resemble a studio, wherein echoes linger like ghosts of melodies past, young Avery was heard singing a single line from Lord George’s 1985 ballad. His voice rang sweet and sure, like a birdsong at dawn. “Who singeth that song?” inquired Sir Scotty, his voice gentle and proud.
“George Strait,” answered the child with confidence, as though he, too, were born of the troubadour’s blood.
Though no eyes did behold the two in full, their forms were seen reflected in the polished glass—Sir Scotty with his son held close at the speaking-stone, their silhouettes joined in a moment of harmony. It is said the elder minstrel cradled the boy at the great microphone, their bond sealed in music.
The lad Avery hath long shown signs of musical inheritance. From the hour of his swaddling, he hath graced the stages beside his father. And on the day of his second year upon the earth, his parents, Sir Scotty and Lady Gabi, did gift him with a mighty drum of toyish design, that he might begin his own journey upon the road of rhythm.
Whether the moment captured was one of leisure or of purpose, none can say for sure. Yet whispers abound—might this young page one day record a ballad with his noble father?
Verily, the realm of country music watches with hopeful hearts.
