Ihe stage lights dimmed, and for a heartbeat, the audience seemed to hold its
breath. At the certter sat Phil Collins — legendary drummer, singer, and songwriter
— o longer behind his icoriic drum kit but seated at the front of the stage,
microphone in hand. Behind him, perched where his father once reigned, was his
son Nic Collins, drumsticks poised, camying both the rhythm of the night and the
weight of a legacy.
‘t was not just another concert. it was something far deeper — a living handoft
between generations, and a reminder that even when time and health place limits
on one life, music has the power to continue through another.
