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Golden Voice, The (2025)

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Golden Voice, The (2025)

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Rittenhouse Square. Next stop.

Your knot's all jacked up.

What?

And that limb is too thin.

Jesus Christ,

if you're gonna do that

you might as well

pick a good one

and tie a decent knot,

for Christ's sake.

Here.

Give it to me.

Come on,

give it here.

All right.

Let's see what we got here.

Oh. You got this all

screwed up kid.

So what's your name?

KJ.

I'm Barry. Nice to meet you.

You know, in basic training

they taught us

every knot in the book.

There was your, um,

thumb knot, your reef knot,

your classic figure eight knot.

But my go-to knot

was the bowline.

Here. There's a bowline.

During the w*r

I'd have orders to, uh,

take some prisoners

into the jungle

with only a--a r*fle

and a small shovel

and a handful of that rope.

And, um...

I'd let them

pick their own trees.

And then I would

stand there

and, um, watch them

put the rope over their head

and tighten their neck.

And, um...

then I'd point my r*fle at them.

They'd step off.

Much cheaper

alternative, they said.

I was probably about your age.

A day doesn't go by

without me thinking

of the lives I took.

How many lives did you take?

One too many, kid.

One too many.

Sorry I asked.

Nah, it's all right.

It's a matter

of time for all of us.

But the how and when,

now that's a surprise.

Surprise, huh?

Oh yeah.

Because everybody

from our past

is up there

waiting with balloons

and, uh, all those

little things you blow through

and they make a loud,

obnoxious sound.

the whatcha-ma-call-it...

Kazoos.

That's it.

Kazoos.

Everybody's up there with

balloons and kazoos.

Um...

Hey, do me a favor, kid.

Toss that rope in that trash.

Yeah.

What's that right over there?

That?

It probably kept me from making

that knot a few times already.

What are you,

a wedding singer or something?

Nah, man.

Grew up in the church.

Just been doing

my own thing lately.

Figuring it out, I guess.

Always wanted

to be a songwriter

or start a group

or something like that.

Well, I gotta hear something.

Nah, man.

Oh, come on.

I'll trade ya.

One song and I'll go

into that trash can

and craft you a perfect knot

to handle your business.

I don't know, man.

Well, come on.

There's nothing else

going on out here.

Well, I'll be damned.

The deal is off.

Like hell you're gonna off

that voice on my watch.

I'm gonna start calling

you KJ Rittenhouse.

You wrote that?

Nah, man.

The Lumineers.

The Lumi-who?

Never mind.

Well...

Look here, KJ.

I don't know what your story is

but I can tell you one thing.

You're gonna perform.

Oh, yeah?

Oh, hell yeah.

You got a second chance here.

Don't screw it up.

I'll tell you what.

Where--where you staying?

All right, look.

Grab your sh*t and come with me.

Come on now.

Let's go.

They teach you how to sing

like that in church?

-Yeah.

- God damn,

I'm gonna have to renew

my membership to Jesus.

What's up with him?

Fentanyl.

Keep moving.

This is it.

It's not much.

But the, uh, the realtor

sold me on the view.

Sit.

Sit.

So how long you been out here?

Oh.

I've been at this spot

for the last three weeks.

I've been lucky.

You know, they're gonna catch me

sooner or later and run me off.

I lost my home in '92.

So, 2-02, 2-11,

2-12, 2-20, 2--

It'll be 30 years

come this winter.

No family?

Look, kid, I--I got

buckets of water

behind that curtain back there.

Uh, you can rinse off

and you can take

a couple of these crates

and what you're

sittin' on and rest up on.

I can't sleep on this.

Well, then I suggest

you take your a*s down

to the Four Seasons,

because that's all I got.

I'll make you a deal.

You can stay here

as long as you need

but you gotta

promise me something.

And what's that?

You gotta write.

Every day.

Whatever bullshit

you got going on,

put it on paper

and bring it out on that guitar.

Got me?

Promise me something back?

We got a negotiator here, right?

Don't contact my mom.

Okay?

Okay.

And your father?

He, uh...

died a long time ago.

All right.

Now, listen up.

Every morning I go to eat

at the shelter at 7 AM sharp.

It's our only

decent meal of the day.

So get some sleep.

Hey, Barry?

Yeah?

Why you doing this for me, man?

Doing what?

I don't know.

Helpin'?

Let's just say I always

wanted to sit orchestra.

Now sleep.

Don't mind my snoring.

Good night.

And thank you.

Yeah, yeah.

Just write and sleep.

Jeez, you weren't kidding.

Attaboy. Attaboy.

Hey, hold it up, would ya?

Am I supposed to eat this?

Yep.

You'll get used to it.

Hey, Barry!

I'll be back

in a couple of hours!

Meet you at the same spot!

KJ?

Well, the kid is alive.

Sorry. Had to go, uh,

do a couple things.

Huh?

And how'd that go?

Uh, it was,

uh--it was--it was--

It was good.

It was good.

Well?

What?

Nothing.

What's that?

Ah, just a little something

to pass the time.

Can I see it?

Yeah.

Whoa.

This is--this is really good.

Well, you can give it a shot.

Nah.

Yo. It's not fun chasing

someone on foot

when they got a skateboard,

for real for real.

Dominic?

Yo, and you owe me

18 bucks for the taxi I took

to follow the bus.

Qu paso, papis!?

Yo, how'd you follow me?

You gotta work on your

camouflage game big time.

He was outside

the church this morning

-like no one was gonna see him.

-Okay.

Barry, meet Dominic.

We know each other

from my neighborhood.

Dominic, meet Barry.

It's nice to meet you, sir.

Yup.

So this is where you've

been kicking it, huh?

Damn!

Look at that view.

So, how'd you two

become friends?

Uh, who? This guy?

He's the reason I go

to church every day.

Yeah, shut up.

He probably hasn't

been there since I left.

Yo, it's about showing up.

Nobody cares if you sneak out.

You know, I was just about

to show KJ how to carve.

You're welcome to join.

All right.

Let's go, let's go.

Which knife is mine?

Do not give him a knife.

Yo, do not listen to him.

-Barry--

-Hey, would you guys shut up

and just,

and pay attention here?

Jesus.

You gotta find

the object within the wood.

And so, you carve it down.

Slightly.

Don't take big hunks.

And you'll find

what the object is.

Ed Sheeran, Michael Bubl...

What kind of stage name

is Michael Bubbles?

Barry, it's Bubl.

I like "KJ Rittenhouse."

Okay, you're gonna

learn to throw a jab.

You're gonna throw it

in this area right here.

Keep your elbows in.

That's it.

All right.

Now throw it.

That's it.

That's it.

That's it.

Yo, check out little

Mike Tyson over here.

Man, shut up.

You ain't gonna cap though.

You'd look hella dope

with a face tatt.

For real.

For real.

Shut up, Don King,

for Christ's sake.

Come on.

Okay, let's go.

Now this time

you're gonna slip the jab.

So, like I throw it

left and slip tap.

That's it.

That's good.

That's good, KJ.

Good.

Good.

Yeah.

That's great.

Hey, KJ!

Yeah?

Remind me to thank

Dominic for this soap.

Will do, Barry.

All right.

Cut that out.

Well, you stop drinking,

and I'll stop biting-- I am.

I am.

I'm putting the cap on.

All right then.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Let's go.

Pass me some wooder, would ya?

Water?

Wooder.

Barry...

What?

Water.

Wooder.

-I wanna have a drink.

-Okay, okay.

Here's the water.

Water.

Wooder.

God, you're so it's

gross.

Jesus Christ.

Hey, can I ask you something?

Sure.

You ever try working

over the years?

I'm a bum, kid.

I'm not worthy of a job.

Hey, you're not a bum.

You're a human being.

And a good one.

All right?

Thanks, kid.

My dad...

He, uh...

He died from cancer.

How old were ya?

Thirteen.

Oh, boy.

That's a tough age

to lose a loved one.

I suppose you

and your mom have

seen eye to eye since.

Oh, yeah.

Let me tell ya.

My dad...

he was the pastor

of our Baptist church.

He was my best friend, man.

When he died...

my mom became ordained

and kept the church going.

But I slowly lost faith in...

everything, really.

Let's just say

my lack of desire

to follow in his footsteps

wasn't exactly met with

open arms.

I mean, she always says...

"Music isn't a career."

Music isn't a career.

Just felt like I was letting

everyone down, you know?

Now she's starting

to date the bishop.

Can you believe that?

Nice guy?

Roger that.

So...

A few weeks ago

she caught me and Dominic

smoking weed in the backyard

which led to a big fight and...

I just ran away.

So, you're mad at your mom

for not supporting your music

and for starting to see someone.

And you're frustrated at God

for not curing your father.

Is that about it?

I mean, sort of, I guess.

Look, you grew up

in a nice neighborhood,

you're--you're educated,

and you damn near have

the voice of Luther Vandross.

You ought to be thanking your

mom for keeping the lights on.

You may not understand it now

because you're

too young but it's--

it's hard to find love after

it's been taken from you.

I'm not saying

how you feel is wrong.

You gotta remember

that your mother

deserves the right

to love and be loved again.

And I'm sorry about your father.

I'm sure he was a great man.

You know, we got people dying

every day out here from cancer,

drugs, and the w*r.

Somebody's getting

shot around here

for no damn reason, it seems.

I'm sure every family wishes

God would have done something

to prevent it from happening

to their loved ones.

You just never know when

it'll be the last time you're

with somebody

you care about.

Thanks, Barry.

Can I ask one more thing?

Can I stop you?

All kazoos aside,

what do you think

really happens when we die?

The answer, my friend,

is blowing in the wind.

The answer is

blowing in the wind.

Where'd that come from?

Just a little Bob Dylan.

That was great, man.

Yeah, yeah.

My wife asked me to sing to her

before she'd go to bed.

And this one time,

she had a fever

and she said a good song

is a better remedy

than any medicine.

What would you sing to her?

Oh, she liked good stuff,

you know.

None of this

Michael Bubbles stuff.

She liked Sinatra, Marvin Gaye,

if the mood was right.

-Hum.

-And, uh--and, uh--

Boy, I'd sing for her.

Even if I was sick,

I never missed a night.

She said I sounded like a

wolf serenading the moon.

Come on, man.

You know, the stars love it.

Where's she now?

Let's just hope

it's somewhere peaceful.

Hello, my heart.

It's been a few years

since I visited.

Forgive me.

I've been struggling

a little bit.

I'm sure you've noticed.

I'm not proud of it.

But it's just so hard

without you and...

I came across

a young man named KJ.

He's a musician.

Really talented.

He even thinks

I'm a halfway decent guy.

He seems a little lost.

So, I'm gonna stick by him

until he finds his way.

'Cause you taught me that.

To be there for someone

you care about

from the day, 'til the day.

I just miss you so much.

I'm gonna do my best to change.

Stop all this drinking nonsense.

You know, they got these

AA meetings at the shelter.

Maybe I'll give

that a shot, yeah?

Ah, Christ,

I just wish you were here.

We met after

I came home from Vietnam.

She was sitting

right down there

at that caf by herself.

She stopped me dead

in my tracks.

I was coming from the barber

for the first time in years.

And I was feeling all good,

looking my best.

And boy, I'll tell you,

she had on a long white dress,

and I just walked up to her.

I didn't know what to say.

So I said,

"Are you on your honeymoon?"

What?

Your honeymoon?

I don't know.

It was the dress, you know.

And she looked at me

and said, "No"

in the most beautiful

French accent.

What happened next?

Well, then I introduced myself

and asked for her name

and she said

"Elynore Rosenberg."

I asked if I could sit with her

for a minute and hear her story.

And she said "d'accord" which

means "Okay" in French.

So, we sat there for hours

talking about our lives.

We saw each other every day.

And before long,

we fell in love.

Two weeks later, I proposed.

Two weeks?

You're kidding me, right?

I knew she was the one.

I flew back to Paris with her

to meet her family,

and two days later, we were

married in a small synagogue

that her family

had helped restore.

I didn't have a home back here.

My parents had passed away

while I was deployed.

So I wanted to stay in Paris

and be near her family.

But El,

she had her mind made up.

She said a line

that I'll never forget.

What's that?

"The place that made you

is where I want to be."

So we moved into my

parents' place in West Philly.

We weren't rich,

but we had each other.

And then a few years later

came my most precious gift,

our son Jimmy.

That day in the hospital,

you couldn't have found

a happier man in the world.

For the first time

in my life, I felt purpose.

Driving home from the hospital

the next night

it was Christmas Eve,

and the snow was starting

to make its way down.

And I saw Elynore reach

over the front seat

into the back seat

to make Jimmy smile.

The next thing I knew,

a truck came skidding across 76.

I woke up

two days later in the ICU.

The doctor said we were hit

by a drunk driver going 80.

Everyone else died on impact.

I remember the pain of w*r,

watching all those men

gasp their last breath

and losing my combat brothers.

But even when I got the letter

that my parents had died,

somehow I was trained

to handle it.

But nobody's prepared

for this kind of pain.

So I took the easy way out.

You know...

it's hard to believe

in something up there

when there's so much

suffering going on down here.

A good song is a better

remedy than any medicine, right?

KJ Rittenhouse.

Good evening,

Pastor Hildy.

Dominic?

I just wanted to come by

and apologize

for what happened

a few weeks ago.

See how you were doing.

I've had better days.

He's okay.

I know he is.

I'm sure he's somewhere with his

guitar, singing his heart out.

I pray that's the case.

You care about him, huh?

Good friends

are hard to come by.

Well, I should

probably get going.

Have a good night, Pastor.

You too, Dominic.

Dominic!

I better see you

at church on Sunday.

No sneaking through the back,

you hear me?

Yes, ma'am.

Have a good night.

Good night.

Good night, boys.

What a game, too, huh?

- Right?

- Pardon me.

Watch where you're going,

you bum.

I'm not a bum.

What was that?

I said I'm not a bum.

Dude, let him go.

He's homeless.

Come on.

Probably has enough problems

figuring out where to sh*t.

My apologies, sir.

Did you catch the game tonight?

No.

Ah. Man,

you should have seen the end.

Right, boys?

Middle linebacker,

right up the middle one.

Come on.

All--all right.

Get off.

Get off.

Come on.

Get off.

Watch where you're

going next time, you bum!

What happened to you?

Ah.

Some punk kids.

You know, it happens to us

out here from time to time.

Barry, you need to go

to the hospital.

-No, no, no. No hospital.

-Why not? You're hurt.

Look at you.

No, no, no!

God damn it!

Just sit down.

Sit, sit, sit.

I can't go to the hospital.

That's ridiculous.

How come?

They'll take care of you.

No, no.

I've been out

on the streets for 30 years, KJ.

Do you think I'm gonna let

some punk kids bring me down?

Barry, you need to see someone.

See who, huh?

Who?

I go into the hospital,

then what?

They just find out I can't pay

and kick my a*s to the curb

with a hospital gown still on.

You want to know

what really happens

to a guy like me when I die!?

Not a God damn f*cking thing.

Nothing!

Take me to a plot

and toss me in.

That's it.

End of story.

So I'll take my chances

right here.

All right?

How much?

How much what?

In the hat.

Like five bucks and change.

Oh,

we're eating good tomorrow.

My treat.

Consider it a rent payment.

Done.

Uh...

Don't they have TV shows

for that kind of thing?

For what kind of thing?

For singing and uh, performing.

I--I've seen them

on buses and billboards.

Yeah, there's a bunch,

but...

those guys are like

really, really good, man.

You know what I'm about to say.

No, no, no.

You kidding me?

No, I suck compared to them.

No, KJ, you're wrong.

You got a voice good enough to

perform on any stage you want.

When you sing,

whoever's up there is dancing.

You're like Dean Martin

and Smokey Robinson

and Louis Armstrong.

Okay, okay.

Thanks, Barry.

I get it.

Thank you.

You know, I've been around

the block a couple of times.

And I've learned a lot out here.

Three things stand out.

What's that?

One, you gotta be

nice to people.

'Cause nobody likes an as*h*le.

And two,

die with memories,

not dreams.

One day you'll be

an old fart like me

and you don't want

to look back with regret.

So, uh...

so you swing for the fences

while you still got the chops.

You hear me?

And what about the third?

What?

You said three things?

I did?

Oh.

Um...

Well, besides a good song,

there's nothing better than some

mint chocolate chip ice cream.

God damn, that's good.

Look,

even if I wanted to go,

which would be amazing,

you got flights,

hotels, entry fees.

I can't afford that.

Not to mention the lines are

probably like ten miles long.

And like I said,

like the people are super

good and you know,

you gotta sign up

and I don't have a laptop,

I don't have a phone,

I don't have any of that--

What are you doing?

Barry, what are you doing?

What do you say?

No regrets, huh?

All right, I'm in.

Hey, now.

Guys, you want to come over

here and hear this kid sing.

He's right over there.

You want to hear this kid sing.

He's over here.

This kid's got a great voice.

Come on.

Thanks, everyone!

Excuse me. KJ?

Yeah?

Hi, I'm Taylor.

I'm a writer

for the Philadelphia Daily.

I'd love to know more

about what's going on here.

Uh, yeah.

Just trying to raise money

to go audition for a show.

May I sit with you for a minute?

I'd love to hear your story.

D'accord.

Ah, tu parles franais?

Merci!

So, tell me about yourself.

Where are you from?

From the Main Line.

Ooh, fancy boy.

Yeah, something like that.

And what inspires you?

What inspires me?

Music. Sports. Barry, really.

Look at this.

Look, look, see this?

This is big time.

Big time.

Sit down, man.

Stop.

"The Golden Voice in

Rittenhouse"

by Taylor Haynes.

Get

my glasses on here.

You know that

feeling of surprise--

You know that

feeling of surprise

that completely sweeps you

off your feet?

When you're hit with a moment,

one that you know instantly

will last a lifetime?

That's exactly what happened

inside of Rittenhouse Square

a few days ago.

I was walking through the park

when all of a sudden I heard a

voice piercing through the trees

as if Mother Nature

was guiding all of us

to a performance herself.

The voice belongs to

Philadelphia's Kelvin Jones Jr.,

but you can call him by his

stage name, KJ Rittenhouse.

He's raising money to go

audition for a television show.

KJ is currently homeless,

but under the protective wing

of his friend, Barry.

It's "a voice of gold,"

his friend claimed,

and I couldn't agree more.

KJ's next performance is this

Sunday at 12 o'clock noon

in Rittenhouse Square.

We should all take

the opportunity

to go support his journey.

You can thank me afterwards!

Rittenhouse Square.

We should all take

the opportunity

to go support his journey.

You can thank me afterwards!

You think people will come?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, they'll be here.

And--and if they don't,

it doesn't matter.

You're going for it,

and that's all that

matters in life.

You know, I was thinking...

Oh now, don't strain yourself.

You're kind of like my agent,

promoter, security guard,

and everything else

in between, right?

Not bad for an old man.

So, because you do

so much for me,

I thought about getting

something nice done for you.

What's up, man? How you doing?

Who's this?

This is Brennan.

I met him a couple of days ago

while he was giving out

haircuts in the Square.

You must be Barry.

Nice to meet you, sir.

And thank you for your service.

Uh-huh.

You remember what you got done

before meeting Elynore

for the first time?

Well, Brennan here

is a local barber

who gives out haircuts

to the homeless.

And I can't have my manager

walking around

looking like

an overgrown fern, so...

So, if you don't mind, sir,

I'd love to give you

a fresh haircut free of charge.

Well, sh*t,

you don't have to tell me twice.

Where do I sit?

Right there is perfect.

All right.

So, what do you think?

You did a fine job, son.

A fine job, thank you.

Thank you.

Thanks again, B.

Any time, guys.

Good luck with

the performance tomorrow!

Looking sharp there, General.

Thank you, KJ.

That's the nicest thing

anybody's ever done for me, son.

Excuse me, ma'am,

but I'm looking

for Pastor Hildy.

That's me.

How may I help you, sir?

Oh, I figured that might be you.

Uh, my name is Barry Edwards

and I took the bus up

here from Center City.

Um, I've been watching

over your son.

You know where KJ is?

Yes, ma'am, I do.

He's a very special kid.

I'm not sure

if you saw this today.

I've got extra

copies, two or three.

Um, he's a good kid.

Perhaps a little lost,

but, hell--

excuse me, ma'am.

My apologies, Pastor.

I just thought

you should know he's okay.

Where is he staying?

We're currently

near the art museum.

What do you mean,

near the art museum?

Well, I'm not sure if my

appearance gives anything away,

but I'm homeless ma'am.

And I--I have a tent

pitched near there.

I crossed paths with your son

in Rittenhouse Square one night

when he was, uh, very upset

about a big argument at home.

But that was none

of my business.

I just saw a kid

in need for a friend.

Your son--

he's done a lot for me--

so I felt it was necessary

to come here tonight.

Can you take me to him?

Um, I promised KJ

I wouldn't come to see you.

So, uh,

Sunday is his last

performance in the Square,

and you being there might

mean something to him.

Performance for what?

Well, he's currently

raising money

to audition

for a television show.

And, um,

I'm not just saying this

because I'm biased or anything,

but he's capable of achieving

great things with his music.

You raised a heck of a kid.

I didn't mean

to interrupt your evening.

If you'll excuse me.

Did he tell you why he left?

He did.

May I ask what he said?

I would like to keep

that between me and him,

if that's all right.

Um...but I will say

I--I lost my only son

right after he was born.

And what I would do

to be his father again.

Mr. Edwards...

Thank you for helping my son.

Uh, let me get you

something to take with you,

maybe some food or clothes.

Oh, no, no.

That won't be necessary.

Okay, okay.

Just your time was enough.

Now you have a good night.

-Thank you.

-Have a good night.

You too.

They deliver wine

these days too.

-Hmm.

-Can you believe that?

Twenty-first century.

You should think

about going tomorrow.

I'm happy to take

care of the services.

Thank you.

That won't be necessary.

I think everything

will work out, okay?

This is all you tomorrow, KJ.

Here.

I wanna give you something.

Here.

Take it.

It was my Elynore's.

I can't take this, Barry.

Take it.

Take it.

Take it.

It's a tree of life.

The only thing her father

managed to keep while in hiding.

He gave it to her

when she turned 13.

Said it would protect her.

You can create your own

meaning for it, though.

For Elynore, the tree symbolized

resiliency against any storm

and we're all unique,

different colors,

shapes, sizes, like the leaves,

you know.

So, whether it's tomorrow

or any time in your life,

stand tall, be proud,

and believe

in what you are.

Understood?

Yes, sir.

All right, come on now.

Let's get out of here.

Gotta get you some rest.

Big day tomorrow.

Big day!

Man, shut up!

Sorry!

Ah, screw 'em.

Welcome, welcome.

Nice to see you.

Nice to see you, Bishop.

Good to be seen, Pastor Hildy.

Deacon, always a pleasure.

Thank you.

Hello.

Oh, and you brought a friend?

Okay.

Good to see you.

Walter, Blanca,

thanks for coming.

Nice to see you, Dominic.

Nice to see you too,

Pastor Hildy.

Uh, when you get a second,

I have to tell you

something about KJ.

Okay.

Welcome, hello.

Come on in.

Hey, KJ.

Hi, how you doing?

Hey, I'm gonna swing off

and do the signs.

You go ahead and get set up.

Hey, Barry!

Would you like some bread?

There you go.

They're ready for you.

Does that offer still stand?

Hey.

Oh, hey, you made it!

Yep, sure did.

We're all really excited.

This is the crew, as promised.

You weren't kidding.

Hey, how y'all doing?

Yes. Anyways,

I don't want to bother you.

Just wanted to send

you some good vibes.

-Yo.

- Thank you, Taylor.

-Appreciate you being here.

-KJ?

-You got this.

-What's good, my boy?

What's going on, bro?

Yo.

That dance man,

he catch my set

the other day.

He asked me to let you use

my mic and amp

for your performance, so...

-it's all yours.

-Bro, you serious right now?

So serious.

It's Philly, man.

Yo, we all we got.

We all we need.

-You know what I'm saying?

- Appreciate you.

-Thank you. Thank you.

- k*ll that show.

Check, check.

What's up, Philadelphia?

Thank y'all for coming out.

My name is KJ Rittenhouse.

We love you, KJ!

I love you, too.

All right,

some of you may not know,

but my friend Barry here,

he inspired me to pursue

this crazy dream I have.

To be brave, stand tall,

and to live without regrets.

He's a man with a golden heart

and for that,

I thank you, my friend.

And with all your guys' help,

I'm one step closer

to making that happen.

So, thank you all.

This...

This song

is an original I wrote.

It's about finding something

that makes you feel good inside.

Something you know

is worth hanging on to.

Even when you lose your way.

That was amazing.

You did so good.

This is my sister, Mary Ann,

and some of our colleagues.

Thank you all for coming out.

We gotta get back to work,

but you did good,

you did so so well.

You k*lled it, bro,

but I'm gonna need this back.

All right, my guy.

Appreciate you.

Have a good one, man.

You too.

Hi.

Hey.

Oh.

I was worried sick about you.

I'm all right, Mom.

You were so good.

Thank you.

Come home, okay?

I'll let you two catch up.

All right.

Yo yo...

What's good, bro?

Glad you came.

Yeah, well, you know,

your mom convinced my parents

to let me skip service,

so I couldn't pass that up.

And besides, the first time

I got to hear you sing.

And?

Eh...

Yo, so we recording

that song or what?

Uh, have your people

call my people.

- We'll work something out.

- All right. Okay.

Nah,

I appreciate you, man.

For real, for real.

Okay,

all right, all right.

Let go, let go.

You're messing

up the sauce, papi.

Oh, my bad.

Hey, I'll be right back.

Yeah, yeah. Go do your thing.

Barry.

KJ.

I can't thank you enough for

everything you've done for me

these past couple weeks.

Oh, you don't have to

thank me for nothin'.

You gave me back

the greatest gift.

One that I thought

I'd never feel again.

And that's purpose.

For that, I'm grateful to you.

I do owe you an apology, though.

I might have threatened Dominic

by twisting his neck

to get the address

of your mother's church.

I gave you my word

I wouldn't go see her,

but I wanted to talk

to her-- Listen,

you don't have to

apologize for nothin'.

I owe you my life, Barry.

All right.

Sorry.

You know, we have

an extra room at the house.

I'm sure we could

figure something out if...

Oh, no.

This is my home.

You best be gone.

Go and make me proud of you.

Yes, sir.

All right.

-Thank you, Barry.

-Yeah.

Hey!

Make me a deal?

sh**t, kid.

If I get a ticket,

you'll come

to the audition with me?

I won't take no for an answer.

I wouldn't miss it.

I'll be back next week.

Sunday at noon.

Right here.

Mandatory meeting, General.

Yeah, I'll check my calendar.

See you then.

Take care, KJ.

Okay.

All right, everyone.

Let's get started.

Thank you all

for joining us today.

How about we begin

with you, sir.

If you could introduce

yourself to the group.

Hello.

My name is Barry.

Hello, Barry.

Um, this is my first time here.

Uh, and--

and I've been sober

for six days now.

Thank you.

Thank you for that.

How about you, sir?

And where are you off

to so early?

I'm gonna go tell Barry

about the audition.

I'll be back

in a couple of hours, okay?

Okay.

I love you.

Love you, too.

Barry! Barry!

Hey, have you seen

my friend Barry?

Barry?

White--

Okay, thank you.

Excuse me, officer.

Take a step back, please.

What happened?

The weather's starting

to take its toll out here.

Guy on the bench didn't

make it through the night.

EMT say he was a veteran, too.

Oh, geez.

I'm sorry, son.

Life handed

him many challenges,

and through that pain,

he was able to grow

and give selflessly

to those who needed a friend.

He will be missed dearly,

but never forgotten.

Let us pray.

-Hi.

-Hi.

I'm checking in

for Kelvin Jones Jr.,

but I go by the name of

KJ Rittenhouse.

KJ, KJ.

Got you right here.

Thanks for your patience.

You're all checked in.

You and your family

can wait backstage,

and you'll be called shortly.

Good luck.

Thank you.

KJ?

Yeah, that's me.

Okay, great.

You're on in five.

Well, this is it.

We're all so proud of you, KJ.

No matter what happens.

I'd love to lead us all in

prayer, if that's okay?

Absolutely.

Heavenly Father,

we ask that you give KJ

the power and strength

to go out on that stage

and do what he was born to do.

We ask that you

protect him, Lord.

Watch over him.

May he perform

to the best of his abilities

today and every day.

Be his rock, Lord,

that never crumbles.

And be by his side

no matter the outcome.

In Jesus' name we pray.

-Amen.

-Amen.

KJ, we're ready for you.

You got this, baby.

I love you, Mom.

Hello.

Hi, my name is KJ Rittenhouse,

and this is an original I wrote.

Oooo, Oooo

Oooo, Oooo

Oooo, Oooo

Oooo, Oooo

Oooo, Oooo

Made this for you last week.

Happy birthday, General.

Daddy, Daddy.

Come on, Mama's waiting!

Okay, Barry. Let's go.

You're gonna give bread

to anybody else?

Yeah.

I appreciate the sentiment.

This song really