The island, day two
Day two by the sea, played live.
The phones have been asleep in the chest since last night. At sunrise, silence first, then soft guitar on the mats. At night the whole team sings its own song.
No phones at the table, guitar on.
Everyone cooks together, someone presses oranges, someone slices bread. When they sit down to eat, the guitar plays at the head of the long table.
Music from the boat, a jump off the jetty.
At the end of the jetty the host plays a DJ set on the boat. One after another they jump into the deep water, the others dance barefoot on the planks.
First one comes. Then everyone.
At golden hour the host plays in the circle, and with everyone who sits down the song grows fuller. A few words bring in the ones who still hesitate. Every line comes from the team, we lead the music.
At the fire, everyone sings.
The fire paints its light on the sail, the guitar keeps time and the team's own song rings out from every voice. Then the host walks barefoot over the embers, and whoever dares follows him.
What feeling should your team take home?
No phones, no stage: just the team, a guitar and a song it writes itself and keeps. On a beach just as well as in a conference hotel, we lead the music through the moment.
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