I was not part of the dinner nor was I given a ticket for the concert. I was just there to accompany my mum. I expected to wait along with the governor's bodyguards, chauffeur and the rest of the VIP crowds' escorts and minions. I didn't mind. I just wanted mum to have a nice night.
But the ticket that landed on my lap the last minuted allowed me to enter the concert hall, packed with men and women in their twilight years, with their canes and wheelchairs.
I sat there listening to Mr. Bennett in awe, immediately understanding why the country's oldies braved the traffic, the weather and the long walk to the PICC Plenary Hall from the main entrance.
The songs hit right home for the crowd who knew Mr. Bennett songs by heart.
It was a perfect night for mum, especially. Thank you Mr. Bennett for giving her the time of her life.