No one in the hall that night truly understood what was happening — only that when the first notes of Conway Twitty’s voice drifted through the air, something beyond comprehension stirred. It wasn’t nostalgia. It wasn’t mere remembrance. It was as if the music itself had a heartbeat, pulsing with life, awakening memories long buried in the hearts of everyone present.
Introduction They say songs can bring the past to life. But that night, it felt...