He was halfway through Chimes of Freedom when it happened — the lights dimmed, the guitars hushed, and Bruce Springsteen stopped singing. His eyes had found something in the crowd: a young woman, trembling, holding a cardboard sign that read “My baby’s first concert.” For a moment, even the spotlights seemed to pause. Bruce set down his guitar, walked to the edge of the stage, and said softly, “Come on up here, sweetheart.” When she reached him, one hand over her heart, the other over her belly, he placed his hand gently on hers and whispered, “You’re carrying tomorrow. Let’s give that kid a song.” What followed wasn’t a performance — it was a prayer. Bruce sang Chimes of Freedom alone, his voice cracked but clear, each word a blessing meant for a world not yet born…
It happened halfway through “Chimes of Freedom.” The E Street Band was roaring, the lights were blazing, and 60,000 voices were rising with Bruce Springsteen […]
