Audience of One

In a far country lived a band of minstrels who traveled from town to town presenting music to make a living. Business had been bad. Times were hard. They didn’t charge much, but people just didn’t have enough money to come and pay to hear the minstrels. Attendance had been falling off, so early one evening the group met to discuss their plight.

"I see no reason for opening tonight," one said. "To make things even worse, it is starting to snow. Who will venture out on a night like this?"

"I agree," another disheartened singer said. "Last night we performed for just a handful. Fewer will come tonight. Why not give back their meager fees and cancel the concert? No one can expect us to go on when just a few are in the audience."

"How can anyone do his best for so few?" a third inquired. Then he turned to an older minstrel sitting beside him. "What do you think?"

He looked straight at his troupe. "I know you are discouraged. I am too. But we have a responsibility to those who might come. We will go on. And we will do the best job of which we are capable. The few that do come should not be punished with less than the best we can give."

Heartened by his words, the minstrels went ahead with their show. They never performed better. When the show was over and the small audience gone, the old man called his troupe to him. In his hand was a note, handed to him by one of the audience just before the doors closed behind him. "Listen to this, my friends!"

Slowly the old man read: "Thank you for a beautiful performance." It was signed very simply--"Your King"!

Remember, every day your life only needs to please one Person. \O/

Copyright © 2005 Darril Deaton