He carried the guitar for fifty years, and when Steven Tyler saw it, the entire arena forgot to breathe. Richard, now silver-haired and frail, had once been a fifteen-year-old kid who begged Steven for an autograph on that same battered guitar in 1973 — a memory that kept him alive when life forced him to set music aside. Decades later, he walked into Madison Square Garden with the relic in hand, trembling as Steven froze mid-song: “That guitar… I know that guitar.” What followed stunned thousands. Steven signed it again, but then he did the unthinkable — he pulled Richard onstage, set a microphone before him, and together they played “Dream On.” The chords wavered, the voice cracked, but the honesty in it broke hearts. When the last note lingered, Steven leaned close and whispered.