At the 2020 Grammys, artist Demi Lovato took the stage for the first time in over 18 months. She performed her song Anyone, an emotional and urgent cry from the heart written hours before she was hospitalized for a drug overdose. As Lovato finished singing and opened her eyes, the stunned and tearful crowd rose to its feet in support. I would have joined in if I was among them. My guess is that it was more than Lovato’s soulful voice that caused such a response from those of us watching. Her vulnerability and need gripped us as she wailed out her lament:
I tried to talk to my piano,
I tried to talk to my guitar.
Talk to my imagination
Confided into alcohol
I tried and tried and tried some more
Told secrets ‘til my voice was sore
Tired of empty conversation
‘Cause no one hears me anymore
[Chorus]
A hundred million stories
And a hundred million songs
I feel stupid when I sing
Nobody’s listening to me
Nobody’s listening
I talk to shooting stars
But they always get it wrong
I feel stupid when I pray
So, why am I praying anyway?
If nobody’s listening
Anyone, please send
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