It rings a chord in me to see the awkward the foolish the less than normal stand before their judges and endure the slights and jokes at their expense, then perform to reveal that they are not any of the things they were thought to be or perhaps in spite of them, they turn out to be and always were, extraordinary.
How many things how many others do we harshly judge or cast aside without ever hearing the song they sing.
It is not that moment of enlightenment and shame of the scornful. It is the moment when the light of the scorned has at last been seen. The song of the slighted is finally heard, and it is extraordinary.