In Chicago, as Neil Diamond softly began “Play Me,” the audience leaned in — but no one expected what came next. From the sixth row, a silver-haired woman stood, lifting a sign that read: “I am the woman you wrote ‘Play Me’ for.” For over five decades, her identity had been nothing but speculation, a secret buried in letters and memories. Neil stopped mid-verse, his eyes locking on hers. Silence filled the arena. He had carried her words with him for half a lifetime, never knowing if he would see her again. And now, she was here. With a faint, almost disbelieving smile, he motioned her toward the stage. When they finally sang together, the air seemed to shimmer — not just with music, but with history, longing, and the power of a love story that refused to fade.
admin Introduction: For more than half a century, fans of Neil Diamond have wondered: Who was the woman who inspired “Play Me”? The 1972 ballad, with its tender imagery and haunting…