Herb Chapman felt the emptiness of overactive nerves in the pit of his stomach. He took a deep breath and stepped out of the shadowy wings and onto the brightly lit stage of Nashville's Grand Ole Opry. The intensity of the beaming rows of lights hanging from the ceiling cloaked him in a blazing glow. His eyes began to adjust, and the expanse of the audience slowly grew within his sight. The roar of applause from the sold-out crowd soared as he cautiously made his way to the microphone.
He glanced over and saw his two sons, Herbie and Stevie, smiling reassuringly at...
