“He’s always been my hero… now it’s my turn to sing for him.” Those were the soft, trembling words Conway Twitty’s daughter whispered backstage, moments before stepping into the spotlight alone. Her hands shook. Her breath caught in her throat. “Daddy is my hero,” she said, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face. Her lip quivered, and for a moment, she stood there—silent, fragile, full of love.
“He’s always been my hero… now it’s my turn to sing to him.” Those were the quiet, trembling words Conway…