Before we begin this, I wanted to take a moment to thank you all for being such amazing readers and supporters! I know that I have said this before but I honestly cannot thank you all enough for the support! This last portion of the story is a labor of love. It's also way longer than I expected it to be but I needed to make sure that I got everything I wanted to say out. The idea was thought up many months ago when we first started the journey in Buried Revelations. I always wanted to give Frank something more than being the brain and giving him a voice that could really move mountains is doing just that. This particular epilogue was really meant to be a one-shot story. In fact, this entire story stemmed from that one single idea. It was really going to be called The Showman which is why for the first time ever I have actually named a chapter. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the end of the Revelations Saga.
Five weeks later...
The morning dawned bright, the sun stretching across the sky in the mid-spring weather. Frank woke up nervous about the evening that was quickly approaching. His family and several friends were arriving later in the morning though neither he nor Nancy were able to pick them up at the airport. The two of them were heading over to the theater early to open the doors and prepare for the day. Although Nancy was ordered on bed rest for five weeks, Henry granted her one day of clemency, allowing her to help at the theater for the show, though it was limited.
Unlike Frank, who was nervous as hell to be in front of an audience which included his family, Nancy woke up with a spring in her step, ready to take on what she knew would be a long day. Though she did feel a little off, she attributed to the fact that she knew the baby dropped overnight, its head resting rather uncomfortably on her bladder.
"You okay?" Frank asked looking over at his wife as they got into the car.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she smiled. "Why?"
"You just look…different, that's all." He put the Explorer into and backed out of the driveway.
"I do?" Nancy looked at herself in the mirror but saw nothing changed from when she put her makeup on only moments before. "I don't see anything different. Maybe it's just you."
The two rode in silence the rest of the way to the theater stopping once to grab breakfast for everyone who came in early. There were no cars in the parking lot or behind the building where they parked.
"Promise me you'll take it easy today, Nancy," Frank requested as he cut the engine. He turned to look at her. "You may have a free day to be out and about but you're still going to need to be careful. And let me or Joanna or anyone know if you're having contractions."
"Oh, you're so sweet, Frank," she smiled pleasantly, "but don't worry. I got this. As I told your dad, baby and I have an agreement."
"Yeah, but if I do recall, he said that babies can come at any time." He looked at her skeptically. "Just humor me, okay?"
"Oh!" she suddenly cried out, grabbing her belly.
"What? What is it?" Frank said nervously.
"Just a really big kick, that's all."
"Don't scare me like that!" he cried. "I nervous enough as it is about tonight!"
"And you are going to do great tonight, Frank," Nancy smiled. "Just have fun."
"That's easy for you to say. You'll be lounging in that chair and ottoman Joanna brought in for you."
"Well, let's get inside and start setting up," she suggested. "Miles and Matt should be here soon. Do we have the catered lunch set up?"
"I think that was Joanna's job." Frank looked at her again, his voice stern. "Please make sure you let someone know if you are in labor, Nan. Promise me you will."
"I will." Nancy gazed into his eyes, seeing the concern. She held back a noise as another sharp kick came. It was going to be a long day indeed.
The day progressed smoothly. The cast had several run throughs before the catered lunch arrived. Once lunch was done, they went through a dress rehearsal with the talent portion, ending a half hour before the doors were to open to the public. Nancy sat and enjoyed the rehearsal from the audience, seeing nothing that needed to be changed at the last minute. After changing back into normal clothes, the performers all sat together behind the stage, eating delivered pizza and leftovers from the lunch, talking quietly amongst themselves.
Frank stared at the ground. He didn't want to think about what was coming. Although the rehearsals seemed to go well without any problems, he still felt that he was inadequate for the part especially in one of the songs where his voice cracked numerous times trying to reach the high notes.
"You know you can stay back here during the first part of the show," Nancy said softly coming up behind him. "No one's going to judge you for it."
"I know but I think at least one of us should be with the cast while we wait to go on," he answered. "And I'm not letting you sit out there. I know you were uncomfortable earlier since you shifted every thirty seconds."
"You try sitting in a small seat like that with a large mass the size of a watermelon pressing on your bladder all the time and see how you feel!"
Frank laughed. "I don't envy Joe at the end of the night. I'm sure Vanessa is going to complain about the seats too." His face suddenly turned serious at a thought. "Dad says he's bringing several people with him. Is he trying to psych me out or something?"
"No, I think he's bringing people who care about you," Nancy replied. "These are people that probably would love to see you on stage just one time. Maybe Madeline is coming. You know how much she'd like to see you perform and I'm sure it's going to be a real surprise for them all. Fenton did tell me that he hasn't said a word to anyone about you being in the show."
"Explain to me again how you got me into this mess?"
"I didn't get you into anything," she smirked. "You owe it to yourself to do this and I think you're going to enjoy it. You just don't want to admit it yet. Besides, I don't want to have to call in the reinforcements to get you on stage."
"And who would that be?"
"Your dad." Frank chuckled. "I'm sure he would be able to knock some sense into you if need be. Hell, I can ask Joe too for that matter."
Frank looked at his wife who smiled back. She always knew how to lighten the mood. He got up from where he was sitting and went over to the curtain. There was just enough space for him to see out into the audience without anyone knowing he was there. Frank felt her presence behind him and a hand gently touched his back.
"I told you, you are going to do great," she whispered in his ear. They watched their family and friends walk to their seats only a few rows from the empty front row.
"He had to buy tickets that close," Frank muttered shaking his head.
"Actually, no," Nancy smirked. He turned to her and saw a gleam of mischief in her sparkling blue eyes. "I picked their seats. He just paid me back though your dad doesn't know that he paid a fraction of the price. I wanted them close enough so you could see the look on your mother's face. I also made sure that Bess and George were close too."
Frank didn't say anything as he pulled her close and kissed her tenderly on the lips. Nancy smiled, looking up into his deep brown eyes, though their moment didn't last. Someone cleared their throat behind them and the couple turned to see Matt Hamden standing nearby, a sheepish smile on his face.
"I hate to interrupt," he stated nervously, "but before we all went to our places, we have something to show you."
"Oh?" Nancy said following the young man. He was officially the new administrator of the building having been hired just hours after Nancy and Frank became the owners. His position that night was going to be the host of the show though he still walked with the support of a cane.
The three went downstairs to the dressing rooms and stopped abruptly when they saw the entire cast and crew lined along the hallway.
"What…what's going on?" Frank asked cautiously. He looked at each person as they walked the gauntlet of smiling faces.
"We wanted to wait for you both to be here to do this," Joanna stated coming up to them, "but today has been so hectic that we couldn't do it until now. You both have done so much in such a short amount of time that we all wanted to do something special for you."
She opened the door to Frank's dressing room revealing gifts, stuffed animals, and even a diaper cake. Nancy gasped at the sight and even Frank was taken aback. The people in the hallway applauded and cheered for the couple.
"You…you didn't have to do this," Nancy stammered, her eyes watering with tears. She turned back to the group trying her best not to cry.
"We know," shrugged a young woman, her broad smile never wavering. "But we wanted to."
"Wow," Frank said. He was almost at a loss for words as he took it all in. "Thank you."
"We're sorry that we didn't get to do this earlier but just seeing the looks on your faces makes up for it," Joanna smiled.
"Well, as much as we would like to stay here and enjoy you trying not to cry, Frank," laughed Miles, "we have a show to do so let's get moving!"
"Yeah!" the group cried out together before dispersing quickly. Miles and Joanna stayed behind with the couple.
"If you want to stay down here, Frank," the director replied, "we'll understand. There's a lot to go through in here and I'm sure Nancy would appreciate you staying with her for now."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure!" he cried. "Maybe it'll help get your head in place for the second half of the show. I really don't want to have to cancel at the last minute because someone got cold feet."
"I'll still come out later though," Frank said. "It won't feel right if I don't."
"Well, that's up to you," Miles smiled. He waved then walked toward the stairs leaving the three behind.
"Well, where do we start?" asked Nancy stepping into the dressing room. She picked up a white teddy bear and smiled. Unable to hold in her emotions, Nancy sat on the couch and cried. "This is…is just too much. We can't accept all this!"
"You can and you will," Joanna replied gently. She sat down next to her while Frank took the arm of the couch. "They all wanted to surprise you. It shows how much you both mean to them. You two have put your heart and soul into the theater these past few weeks and this is our way of thanking you."
"I…I guess we could take everything," Frank mumbled looking around the room. Even he was getting a little emotional. Reality of the baby's arrival was finally settling in for him.
"Well, there's no take backs anyway," the older woman smirked. "Here's the deal: we'll all go through everything together to get through it quicker and if there's time, we'll go upstairs for the rest of the talent show. Sound good? Honestly though, it's not as much as you think."
A half hour later, the bags and gifts were all sorted and the show was really only getting started. Nancy stopped for a moment to breathe while Joanna and Frank moved ahead of her in the hallway. Her thoughts turned to the pain that she felt. Once it was over she brushed it off as another violent kick and waddled as quickly as she could to where Frank and Joanna waited for her.
"You okay?" he asked eyeing her, his face full of concern.
"Yeah," she waved him off. "Just a massive kick again. This kid is getting antsy and I almost peed myself. I think I'll head to the bathroom for like the thousandth time today. Go sit and enjoy the show. I'll be fine."
"I'm fine!" she smiled a smile she saved for only him before walking toward the ladies' room only feet away. Frank and Joanna exchanged worried glances as she disappeared into the bathroom.
"Will you…" Frank began.
"Keep an eye on her?" Joanna finished. He nodded. "Of course I will. That's why I'm still back here. Did Henry get here yet?"
Frank pulled out his phone and checked it. "Yeah, he texted me the moment he, David, and Bethany arrived. They're seated not far from my family."
"Good to know where he's at," she stated. "Unfortunately, I have a feeling we'll be needing her services this evening."
"Well, that was an entertaining lot," Sam Radley growled, rising from his seat.
"How would you know?" Fenton laughed. "You were snoozing through half of it!"
"Hey, how else am I supposed to get any sleep?"
"Oh, will you two stop?" Laura scolded. "It wasn't that bad."
"I thought it was more entertaining watching Frank try to avoid us," Joe snickered. His mother looked at him confused and he stopped. "You didn't see him?"
"No," she stated. "Why would he be in the audience anyway? I thought he was working behind the scenes."
"I saw him too," Bess replied behind her. "He sat down in the front row after that horrible magic act. It's no wonder not very many people came to see the charity talent shows. Some of those acts were rather bad."
"I do agree with you on that one," Fenton nodded. "That magic act was pretty awful."
"Focus, Fenton!" Laura clapped her hands. "I still don't get why Frank and Nancy couldn't come to see us when we arrived. They've been gone the whole day! I'm worried about her."
"I'm not surprised they couldn't make it to see us today," he shrugged. "They do own the theater now. It's a responsibility. And a few months after the baby's born, Frank is returning to office since Nancy is retiring. She's going to keep up with the theater so they'll have two businesses to deal with."
"I wouldn't worry anyway," Henry smiled as he came up to them. David and Bethany stayed back a ways though Laura smiled and waved at the couple. "As long as I don't get a text from Frank, we're good."
"That may be, Henry," Laura quipped, her hands on her hips. "She's due next week and she's running around like she can do whatever she wants to. You're not the least bit worried?"
"Not at all," he shrugged. Henry saw the look on her face and sighed. "I could go make sure she's okay, Laura. Will that appease your worry?"
"Yes, yes it would," she nodded emphatically.
The doctor smiled and headed toward the back of the auditorium. By the time he returned, the lights were dimming to announce that the second half of the show was about to start. Laura couldn't tell from the man's facial expression what happened but she felt he was keeping something to himself when he finally spoke.
"Nancy's fine," he said quickly. "She has her own little spot just off to the side of the main stage with a comfortable chair to sit in. She did say hello and that she's feeling good."
"See?" Fenton said though he wondered too if Henry was lying.
Laura wanted to say something but the lights finally went out and Henry went back to his seat behind them. Moments later, Matt came onto the stage and the show began.
Frank nervously grasped the top hat, turning it over between his hands. The costume he wore felt claustrophobic though it was custom made just for him to feel comfortable. He listened to the sounds of the other cast members preparing for the show though he said and did nothing himself. His mind reeled through all kinds of nightmarish scenarios that could happen during the course of the show, each one getting progressively worse. Frank shook his head trying to get the nightmares out, bringing his thoughts back to the long day they had and the long night that was about to come. He jumped when he felt a hand tenderly touch his arm. Nancy looked at him, a small, supportive smile etched on her face.
"I don't know about this, Nan," he whispered. He briefly fiddled with the small microphone stretching along his jaw line. It was uncomfortable and it made him nervous that it would pick up anything he said. Sensing his anxiety, Nancy turned him to face her, looking into his eyes.
"If I didn't think you could do this, I wouldn't have asked you to play the part," she replied softly. "Put all those terrible thoughts I know are roaming around that head of yours into the back of your mind and think about the look on your mother's face when she sees you finally on stage. I believe in you, Frank Hardy, and so does everyone else here. You can do this. I know you can because this is nothing compared to when our baby comes. Just imagine that."
"Don't make me think of that, please."
Nancy stood on her toes and kissed him tenderly on the lips. "Now go out there and have fun. Let it rip."
Seconds later they heard Matt on the stage as he began to introduce the second half. Frank closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Nancy gently placed her hands on either side of his face and leaned her forehead on his.
"You got this," she whispered confidently.
Frank looked into her eyes, seeing the confidence she held for him. He finally nodded just as the music started. Nancy took the hat and placed it on his head, completing the costume he wore. She took a step back and admired him. Frank looked handsome in the red topcoat that stretched nearly to his knees. The collar and cuffs were lined with black velvet and the gold buttons glistened in the light. The vest had woven gold braids stretching across his broad chest with a white cravat at his neck. Black pants and boots finished the look, giving him the air of a ringmaster.
Miles nodded for Frank to move into place and tapped his own microphone to indicate that Frank's was live. The music was continuing, building to a crescendo just as he moved into position at the back of the stage. Listening for the right moment, he knew when the curtain was to go up and stood at ready, waiting for his part to begin.
Nancy watched from the wing, her heart pounding the whole time. She looked out into the audience to see Laura staring, mesmerized by the fact that her oldest son was finally performing on stage. Tears rolled down the woman's cheeks, sheer joy etched on her face. Frank looked like he was having the time of his life, the realization of what he was doing finally hitting him. The show was going well and the excitement was building.
A sharp pain ripped through Nancy causing her to hold a hand to her mouth to stifle the cry that wanted to escape. She closed her eyes, waiting for the pain to subside. No one noticed her as she rose from her seat and walked slowly toward the dressing rooms. Frank's break was coming and she knew she needed to lie down before he found out what was going on. She was afraid to stop him but she knew eventually she was going to have to tell him. The contractions started out slowly only to come more frequent and painful as the night continued. If her water broke, she would have no choice but to stop the show but so far she was safe.
Moments after she entered the dressing room and lay down on the couch, Frank was rushing in, excitement in his voice. She smiled up at him as he began to change his clothes.
"You looked like you were having fun there for a moment, Frank," Nancy smirked, her eyebrow raised.
"I have to admit, Nancy, you were right," he answered breathlessly. He took her hands and lifted her up to swirl her around the room before stopping himself. "This was a lot of fun and I'm glad I did it. Did you see Mom's face? I'm sure she's gone through at least two packets of tissues already. Hey…hey, are you okay?"
Nancy grimaced slightly then put her best smile on again. "I'm fine," she lied. "I'm just so happy that you're enjoying yourself. You sounded great too!"
Frank stopped dressing and looked at her quizzically. She bit her lip hard as another contraction came almost causing her lip to bleed. Just before he could say anything though, someone knocked on the door.
"Five minutes, Frank!" called a stage hand from the other side of the door.
"That was quick," he muttered. He looked back at her and her composure had returned as if nothing happened. "Are you having contractions, Nancy?"
"Y…yes," she nodded.
"They're seven minutes apart. I haven't told Joanna yet either. I just didn't want to worry you."
"Nancy! You promised!"
"I know but we have time," she smiled. "My water hasn't broke yet."
"We have to go, Nancy," Frank shook his head. "Now."
"No," she held her head up. "I was told that I don't need to come in until the contractions are five minutes or less. We have time. I know it."
Frank sighed loudly just as another knock came at the door.
"Go," she ordered. "And if you see Joanna, tell her to come here. I'll be fine. Trust me."
Against his better judgment, Frank left the room. Minutes passed and another contraction came only this time it was worse than ever before. Nancy cried out loud, grabbing onto the end of the couch. When it was over, sweat poured down her face and she closed her eyes to the pain. She moved over to the speaker to hear the stage performance and leaned against the wall to listen, hoping it would help. A soft knock came then Joanna poked her head in.
"Oh, my gosh, child!" the older woman cried when she saw Nancy staring at her. "You are so stubborn! Why didn't you say something?"
"I…I am saying something now, Joanna," she rasped. "Get Henry."
Frank ran back down to the dressing room, pulling his microphone through his coat. He nearly ran off the stage when he saw Henry leave but he trudged on with the final song and sang like he never sang before, stunning even himself. But now that it was finally over, he knew he had to get to Nancy and to the hospital, skipping the finale. As he approached the dressing room, Frank heard a loud cry from within and rushed to the door just as it burst open.
"Frank!" cried Joanna bumping into him. "Oh, I'm so glad you're here! I…I'll be right back. Henry needs a few things."
"What's going on, Joanna?"
"Just get in there!" she called over her shoulder then the woman disappeared around the corner.
Frank was standing dumbfounded when he felt a pair of hands grab a hold of him and pull him into the room, the door slamming shut behind him. He looked at Henry whose face was serious. Nancy was hunched over, leaning against the wall, her face scrunched in pain. She reached out to him and Frank took her hand.
"What took you two so long to tell me she was in labor?" the doctor demanded.
"I just found out before the last song," Frank defended. Nancy cried out again in pain, squeezing his hand tightly.
"And you still went on the stage?! Why?"
"Because I told him to!" screamed Nancy. "When are we leaving for crying out loud?"
"Nancy, honey," Henry said as calmly as he could, "there is no time."
"What? No, no, no, no, no! We have to get to the hospital! I'm not having this baby on the floor!"
"Nancy, you're not going to make it up the stairs let alone to the hospital," he replied sternly. "I sent Joanna for a few things that I need so for right now, just breathe."
"Don't tell me to breathe! I'm not ready for this!" Nancy cried out.
"Neither am I!" yelled Frank. He looked pleadingly at Henry. "There's no way to get to the hospital?"
"Not until that baby is born," the doctor shook his head. "Even the ambulance isn't going to make it. The baby's head is crowning. It's coming whether you two are ready or not."
Seconds later, Joanna rushed in, slamming the door. Frank saw a few people in the hallway looking in anxiously though he concentrated on Nancy. The older woman had a black bag, a stack of clean towels, and a small basin of warm water. She handed the bag to Henry who opened it as she set the rest of the items on the floor.
"Nancy, do you know when your water broke?" the doctor asked calmly as he searched the bag.
"N…no," she stammered through the pain. "I didn't even know it did. The…the only time it could have been was when I was in the bathroom about an hour ago."
"And the contractions intensified afterward?"
Nancy gasped again sliding down the wall into a squat. "Y…yes, but only after Frank left. They…they were still a few minutes apart when he was on his break. Oh, my god! Just get this over with!"
Frank held on to her hand tightly, his heart pounding in his chest. Although the others were talking, all he could hear was the ringing in his ears. He looked around the room and said a small prayer before Henry knocked him back to reality.
"You good? You're not going to pass out on me or anything?"
"Good because it's time. Ready?"
"Nope," Frank shook his head.
"Frank!" screamed Nancy punching him in the arm hard.
"Right, now, Nancy, I need you to focus on me." Henry said calmly. She shook her head vehemently and he placed a gentle hand on her leg. "Just breathe and give me one last push. Joanna, I need you on the other side of her for support."
The woman shifted next to her as Nancy screamed loudly, her face turning red from exertion. She stopped the moment the pressure was gone and leaned her head back against the wall. Seconds later, she slid down the wall, exhausted but sighed at the sound of a baby's cry.
"Congratulations, you two," Henry smiled handing her the tiny infant that continued to cry.
As Nancy her baby close, her eyes welled with tears at the sight. Frank knelt in close, his own emotions getting the better of him, tears forming in his eyes. He reached out his pinky finger and the baby grabbed a hold of it tightly. He studied his wife and child then laughed out loud, a tear escaping down his face.
"Look at that, I guess I lost."
"When is this going to end?" grumbled Joe. They were waiting several minutes after the behind the scenes video showed for the audience. "I thought there was a finale or something."
"Maybe they're having technical difficulties," Vanessa suggested. She was uncomfortable too but she was also several months pregnant.
"The sound system is brand new," he pointed out. "I highly doubt it."
"I know you enjoyed the show, Joe," she smirked at him.
"How do you know?"
"Just by the way you look." Vanessa leaned in and kissed her husband. "Besides, I know you. You're proud of Frank, aren't you?"
"He did do a great job, I do admit that," Joe shrugged.
"Hey, do you remember when Henry left?" Laura suddenly asked looking behind her. As one, the rest of the Hardys turned to see an empty seat next to David.
"No," Fenton shrugged. "I'm sure he just went to the bathroom or something."
"Yeah, you're right." Laura glanced at her watch, though her heart was telling her something was up. Before she could say anything more, Matt returned to the stage.
"We are truly sorry for the delay, everyone," he smiled broadly. "Unforeseen events occurred but we are now ready. Please enjoy the finale."
As the finale started, Laura wondered why Frank seemed different on the stage. He held a microphone instead of the one he wore earlier and he seemed to have a skip in his step as he performed. But she didn't care. To see him on the stage for the first time melted her heart. Laura was proud of her son and knew that he was proud of himself as well.
Moments later, the audience gave a standing ovation though they all waited to rise until Frank stepped back on the stage to bow out. What came next surprised everyone.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Matt replied happily. "Thank you so much for coming this evening! We hope that you enjoyed the show. Before we let you go, we have a few announcements to make. First of all, this evening has been our most successful charity show ever and it's all thanks to you! Every cent from the ticket sales and donations are going right back into this beautiful theater. Mrs. Joanna Stein has something to say as well."
Laura tried to listen to what was being said but her attention was on Frank. Someone was talking to him from behind and the two were carrying out a short conversation that ended with Frank looking nervous. Something was definitely up and she was determined to find out once she got a hold of him.
"Thank you, Matt," Joanna beamed proudly, bringing Laura's attention back. "Why don't we all give the wonderful cast and crew here another round of applause!"
The audience cheered loudly as they clapped. Even Joe whooped, a smile stretching across his face. When the applause died down once again, Joanna continued.
"Just this morning, we finally got confirmation from the State Historic Preservation Office that the Winslow Theater has been deemed a historic building." The audience applauded again. "We also received a grant to help restore the building and with the help of our new owners, I am sure that the Winslow will be returned to its former glory once again. Sadly, we will be closed for the coming weeks due to renovations but we will let you all know when the grand re-opening will occur.
"I know that you are itching to go back home," she continued with a smirk, "but we have one more announcement to make."
Joanna turned to Frank whose eyes went wide in alarm. She smiled as she handed the microphone to him and leaned toward him. They exchanged a few words before he stepped forward reluctantly. Frank looked out at the eager faces watching him. He could see his brother snickering and he glared at Joe from where he stood. Taking off his hat, Frank stepped forward, more nervous than he was at the beginning of the show, the earlier high he was on now gone.
"Right, um," he cleared his throat. "Thanks, Joanna, for putting me on the spot…and Nancy. She owes me for this one. I, um, I'm not good at words so, I'll, uh, make this short."
Frank stared at the ground, not knowing what to say. He then looked at his mother who smiled broadly at him. He nodded, his confidence rising.
"We just want to thank our family and friends for their support when we became the owners a few weeks ago," he began. "And to those you see up here and behind the scenes, they are the ones who you should be applauding to. They're the real talent and the heart of this building."
He stopped for a moment, staring out into the audience. His eyes seemed to mist as he tried so hard to hold back the emotion of what he was about to say. Finally Frank looked down at his family sitting before him and he drew in a breath. He looked over at Joanna and asked a quick question before turning back.
"Someone once told me that the greatest gift you'll ever have is holding your child for the first time and he was right. " He paused and took a deep breath. "Nearly fifteen minutes ago…I finally experienced it myself. She didn't want to wait anymore much to our objection and…Olivia Grace came into this world. One healthy, beautiful, baby girl. So from our hearts to yours, thank you…for everything and God bless."
Frank handed the microphone back to Joanna and he waved as he walked off the stage to a resounding applause and cheer, barely a dry eye in sight. He handed the keys to the Explorer to Henry and climbed into the ambulance with his new family. As it drove away, Frank leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes. This was one moment that he was never going to forget.