Bathed in the soft glow of the stage lights, Ricky Skaggs stepped forward with his mandolin resting gently in his hands, silver hair falling past his shoulders, and a warm smile that seemed to light the room as much as the spotlight did. The crowd grew quiet, sensing that something timeless was about to begin. His fingers brushed the strings in a slow, reverent motion, drawing in every ear.
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