The lights began to dim and the low murmur of the crowd slowly died down. In the stillness, the soft sounds of a piano emerged. The gentle strumming of a guitar joined in as lights began to illuminate the stage. A stylishly dressed female stepped forward and drew a microphone to her lips. With closed eyes she started to sing in serene passionate tones. Quiet at first, the melody began to grow louder, progressing higher and swelling with each word. The piano and guitar joined in this crescendo. At its highest point the drums suddenly burst into action with an explosion of light and sound. A new rhythm transformed the song from peaceful to powerful ushering in an atmosphere of unreserved emotion and drawing in the crowd. The spotlights were now at their full brightness revealing several musicians who had been waiting for this moment. The audience swayed to the music, enraptured in the feelings created by their masterful performance.
Where am I? The fact that this description could equally apply to a modern worship service or a Taylor Swift concert should be great cause for concern...