A dream of a lifetime for my son, Andy Jons as he sings with Patti Labelle.
She said,
“Darlin', I hope
you can sing. What's your name?
“Andy.”
“Where ya from?”
“Des Moines,
Iowa. Originally.”
“Ok, Andy. Can
you sing?”
“Yes, Ma'am.”
“Really? Do it.”
Andy sings, “Miss
Patty, I love ya. Ooooh, yeah.”
“Sing boy,”
commands Miss Patti.
“I've been so
excited all day.
Ooo, walkin' round
this fair.
I couldn't eat. I
couldn't sleep last night.
Wo, Miss Patty.
Miss Patty LaBelle.”
Then he sings her
trademark run, and she jumps up and down,
twirls around ,
and throws her hanky at him.
Andy nails the
high note at the end, and she tops it off with an even higher note.
“Wow! You can
SING, boy!”
“Well, thank you.”
She hugs him and
says, “Thank you, baby.”
As he exits the
stage, she asks, “Andy? That's your name, right?
Andy, don't ever
stop. God has given you a blessing. Wow!
How old are you,
Andy? How old are you? 31?
Keep on singin'.
Whew, you make my heart throb!”
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