Suddenly I understand why our football team never wins any games.
The Jets and the Sharks get a thunderous round of applause as they link arms and take a bow center stage, and I have to say, I’m impressed.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” I say, “we’ve come to the headliner, which combines two very talented groups of people—people I know well and love very much. I give you The Korean Divas for Christ, Sister Lucy, and The Hard-Working Brothers!”
People clap as the curtain rises.
The strings and brass are set up stage right, the drums are deep center, The KDFCs are lined up on risers, tiered in all their golden glory stage left, and Sister Lucy is front and center holding a microphone.
“Come on out here, Sister Amber,” Sister Lucy says.
I carry BBB out to center stage, and Sister Lucy puts her arm around me.
“You know, they say the way to a woman’s heart is to give her enough chocolate,” DWL says, and the audience laughs at that one. “Before she knew I was a diva, when she thought I was just a door woman at the old people’s home, when she was homeless herself, every week Amber brought me a hot chocolate and a Snickers bar. Might not sound like much to some, but I liked it well enough. It was something to look forward to on Wednesdays. I’m sorry about what happened to your mom, Sister Amber. It ain’t right. So this one is for you.”
When Lucy lets go of me, I walk to the side of the stage, and an electric organ starts playing.
I look over by the horn section at the keyboard synthesizer and I suddenly realize that Father Chee is playing it—he’s playing with the band!
Sister Lucy starts singing and her voice is deep and rich and divine.
She’s singing about Mother Mary.
The KDFCs are doing these slow hand motions I didn’t teach them—and then they are echoing Sister Lucy beautifully, like pros.
They’re doing an R & B version of The Beatles’ “Let It Be.”
The Hard-Working Brothers kick in with the drums and the bass and guitar and then the horns too.
The people in the audience are standing now.
Their hands are swaying back and forth over their heads.
I listen to the lyrics and understand what Sister Lucy is telling me—and then I’m crying like a baby.
Jared puts his arm around me during the saxophone solo.
From Das Boot, Chad reaches up and holds my hand.
BBB licks my under-chin.
Toward the end of the song, Sister Lucy really starts to push it—showing off her vocals—and this is when I know that she is indeed a true bona fide diva.
I’m so proud of The KDFCs, who sound and look great.
There is still a light that shines on me, I think as Sister Lucy sings the line.
Listening to Sister Lucy sing—backed up by The KDFCs—I feel like JC is there with me, and that everything is going to be okay somehow.
It’s a pretty powerful moment.
Maybe even holy.
And then the song is over.
“Let it be, Sister Amber, let it be,” Sister Lucy says to me. And then, to the crowd, she says, “Childress Public High School—you people ready to dance your butts off?”
The crowd cheers, and then Father Chee hits some funky old-time piano chords on the synthesizer, The Hard-Working Brothers start playing, and Sister Lucy is rocking “Think” by Aretha Franklin.
The KDFCs are shoulder dipping, booty shaking, making circles with their open hands, and whenever Sister Lucy points at them, they all shout, “Think!” or “Freedom!” They are rocking so hard—I’m amazed.
The crowd is going frickin’ nuts.
There are people dancing in the aisles.
Everyone is on his or her feet.
And when I look down at the first row, Donna is dancing with Private Jackson. PJ sucks at dancing—but he is dancing! That’s a miracle!
So I start dancing with Jared and Chad and BBB—and then I even try to get Ricky dancing, but that doesn’t fly so well.
Sister Lucy runs through “Come See About Me,” “Baby Love,” “O-o-h Child,” “I Want You Back,” “(Sweet Sweet Baby) Since You Been Gone,” “Freeway of Love,” and when she gets to “Respect,” everyone on stage is soaked with sweat—and everyone in the audience is drenched with sweat too.
The roof is officially off the Childress High School Auditorium.
Sister Lucy rocks the Aretha Franklin signature song, and The KDFCs get to shine on this one too, as they do all kinds of hand movements, shoulder dip with tons of attitude, and sing, “Sock-it-to-me, sock-it-to-me, sock-it-to-me. Just a little bit. Just a little bit.”
When they finish the set, the crowd claps and whistles for ten minutes, and The KDFCs are beaming with pride.
JC is definitely in the house tonight.
Sister Lucy announces the names of the band members and The KDFCs, making all the Koreans in the house cheer like mad, which is when I realize that The KDFCs’ families have come to support them, thanks—no doubt—to Father Chee. And I think, Cool, we’re bringing people together tonight.
I can’t believe how well The Save Bobby Big Boy Variety Show has gone.
I’m so amazed.