I guess, I never came closer to true, genuine happiness than those wonderful hours last night. The drive, the weather, the venue (a stunning theatre delightfully fit into an old church), the man behind his piano, his songs and above all, the company: as close to being picture-perfect as possible. And when you think it's all over, the man returns for one more, unexpected encore. That one song my girlfriend sent me. Thanks, Mr. Bos. I owe you.
Blijf op de hoogte
Meld je aan en ontvang het Stef Bos-nieuws als eerste in je mailbox.