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Under the dazzling lights of Chicago’s United Center on May 27, 2014, something unforgettable happened—not just for fans, but for Barry Gibb himself. Amid the thunderous applause and glowing stage, the legendary Bee Gees frontman paused the show for a deeply personal moment. As the music softened, he turned to face his wife, Linda, sitting in the audience. With tenderness in his eyes and decades of love behind every word, Barry began to sing—not for fame, not for the crowd, but for the woman who had stood by him through it all. In that fleeting moment, the massive arena melted away, and it felt like we were witnessing something sacred: a love story told not in words, but in song. It was intimate. It was real. And it left no heart untouched.

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