“If my father were here tonight… he’d tell us to keep dreaming louder.” Sean Lennon’s voice trembled as he stood beside Bruce Springsteen, his hand hovering above the piano keys that would soon carry the weight of a generation’s prayer. And with that single sentence, the entire stadium fell into reverent silence — because this wasn’t just a performance. It was a son calling through time, and a legend answering. As the first notes of “Imagine” floated into the air, Sean’s voice—fragile, raw, and filled with longing—felt like John Lennon whispering through him. Bruce joined in, his voice gravelly and grounded, blending with Sean’s like a father’s steady embrace. Yoko Ono wiped away tears, trembling in the front row. Paul McCartney closed his eyes, lips pressed tight, remembering a brother long gone.