Sorta Like A Rock Star Part 29

Franks hops off the stage and walks the cordless microphone into the audience. "Who's first?"

Some regular-looking dude raises his hand and says something to Franks.

"Ricky, this gentleman wants to know what is one-hundred fifty-seven times five-hundred twenty-one."

"Eighty-one thousand, seven hundred and ninety-seven. Yes."

"Is he right, sir?" Franks asks.

The man punches the numbers into his calculator, and then nods, looking amazed.

Fifty hands go up in the air.

"One thousand, two hundred sixty-eight times one-two-nine-six-oh, Ricky."

"Sixteen million, four hundred and thirty-three thousand, two hundred and eighty."

"Five times nine," some little kid wants to know.

"Forty-five," Ricky says. "Forty-five."

"Sixty-five times three-hundred thirteen thousand, one-hundred thirty-one."

"Twenty million, three-hundred and fifty-three thousand, five-hundred and fifteen."

"Five hundred and sixty-eight point thirteen times five-hundred sixty-seven point seventy-seven," some wise guy wants to know, throwing decimals at Ricky.

"Three hundred and twenty-two thousand, five hundred and sixty-seven point seventeen."

Ricky does several more math problems in his head-each time the difficulty is raised-and he answers all of the questions correctly, before he says, "Ricky Roberts is hungry," and then walks offstage.

The crowd claps for Ricky, and Donna looks so proud in the first row.

There are a few more singing and dancing acts before I make this announcement: "People, it is my pleasure to introduce my good friends Chad and Jared Fox, performing The Spinners cla.s.sic *Working My Way Back to You' accompanied by The Hard-Working Brothers and the Childress High School cheerleaders!"

Chad, Das Boot, Jared, and The Hard-Working Brothers take the stage.

My boys look good in their tuxedos, although Jared looks like he is about to c.r.a.p his pants.

The Hard-Working Brothers' drummer starts the song and the ba.s.sist plays some funky notes.

In this really affected put-on voice, from Das Boot, Chad starts singing about how hard he's working to get back his woman.

When his brother begins to sing, Jared starts clapping and sorta moves his weight from one foot to another.

Suddenly, the cheerleading team comes flying across the stage doing cartwheels-their skirts flying up and down.

It is the strangest thing I have ever seen.

As Jared and Chad sing, the cheerleaders do all sorts of acrobatics-throwing girls up into the air, building human pyramids, and doing spirited jumping jacks with pompoms.

People in the audience actually start to get up and dance.

My boys are a hit!

Chad is doing circles around the cheerleaders with Das Boot, singing to them.

Jared is still moving his weight from one foot to the other, backing up his more confident brother-looking sorta like he is about to have a heart attack.

And I can't help but laugh.

When the song ends, the crowd goes wild, and Franks hands me the next note card.

I take the stage and say, "And now performing selected scenes from West Side Story, ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Childress High School football team?"

Lex and a bunch of his teammates walk onto the stage wearing purple s.h.i.+rts and pointy dress shoes-snapping their fingers in a crouched sneaky position.

The rest of the team enters from the other side of the stage wearing the leather jackets and jeans-also snapping their fingers while in a sneaky crouched position.

What ensues is a street war orchestrated through fabulous dance moves, and set to heart-racing jazzy recorded music.

And as I watch the football team perform selected scenes from West Side Story, I am amazed by how good they are. They are frickin' pros.

As the quicksilver of fake knives flashes, people in the audience are on the edges of their seats!

These boys were born to do musical theater!

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 bra.s.s 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 ba.s.s 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 s.h.i.+nes 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 b.u.t.ts 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 s.h.i.+ne on this one too, as they do all kinds of hand movements, shoulder dip with tons of att.i.tude, 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.

I'm so thankful.

But then Franks is telling me that Ty is going to post the total amount of money we raised on the big movie screen at the back of the stage, and that I'm supposed to thank the crowd for coming, so I do, with BBB in my arms.

When I turn around and point to the movie screen at the back of the stage, behind The Hard-Working Brothers' drum set, Ty does his computer thing, the $0000.00 numbers on the huge screen start to spin and "We're Not Alone" by Dinosaur Jr. starts playing very loudly, probably because Ty knows it's one of my very most favorite songs.

$375.15 flashes on the screen.

People cheer.

I nod and think, not bad.

But then the numbers start to spin again.

$657.15.

Nice!

People cheer even louder.

$2,019.89.

People start to cheer like mad.

$3,998.23.

I've accomplished my goal!

I'm so happy.

$5,002.11.

Could we have possibly raised that much?