“MY FATHER SANG FOR 50 YEARS. TONIGHT, I SING FOR HIM.” — AND THE ENTIRE ROOM BROKE. Joni Lee didn’t just walk onto that stage. She carried something with her — years of watching her father, Conway Twitty, give his voice to the world.
Introduction She didn’t wave. She didn’t try to command the spotlight. When Joni Lee stepped into the light, she carried something heavier than a microphone. She carried fifty years of…