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Hey, y 'all. Hey. Oh, I've got some really exciting news.

Oh, Professor Ogilvie dropped the stocking charges.

Don't hate.

This year, the Southern California Gospel Fest is being held at our church,

our choir has been invited to sing.

Oh, we're going to get crocked for the Lord.

That's right.

Now, I'll meet all y 'all at rehearsal tonight.

Nati, we haven't seen you lately.

You still remember where Mount Zion is.

Hey, so we're on fourth half? Mm -mm.

I mean, fifth half?

No. For sure?

Don't worry, Mama. We'll pick the heathen up.

Okay, baby.

I'll see y 'all later. All right.

Hey, boo.

I need you tonight.

Miss Parker, you say that every night.

True, true. But this time it's for our choir.

And we could sure use your deep, manly voice at rehearsal tonight.

Not on your life.

Like the last time I sang with you was exactly that. The last time.

You ready to go to choir rehearsal? Yes.

I mean, uh, hello.

Yeah, I'm Professor Stanley Ogilvie.

Professor, this is Patrice Morgan, one of our new faces on our choir.

Yeah, I was just telling Miss Parker we need some new blood in our choir. What

time was that tonight?

Seven o 'clock, boo.

I'll see you there, Patrice.

Thanks for helping me out, girl.

Hey, you gotta get your man any way you can.

Hello.

We should do something new, hip, and funky. We want to win this year.

I'd like to shake my groove thing, too.

But some things you just don't do in the house of the Lord.

Mama, Stevie and T think it's a good idea, too.

But good old hymns work just as well, I would say. Yeah, give me that good old

-time religion anytime.

Now, Kim, when you're running things, you can get your groove thing on, okay?

That's me.

Oh, you forgot five.

Hey, cutie.

I mean, Kurt.

Uh, aren't you the one that goes around to all the churches trying to steal the

best singers for your choir?

Well, you say steal.

I say recruit.

And I would love to recruit this young lady right here.

Me?

Well, uh, I suggest you go recruit someplace else because Kim's not

Well, I mean, you know, you can't blame a brother for trying. Mm -hmm.

So, uh, may the best choir win.

Oh, don't worry.

We will. All right, cool.

Listen, by the way, your tenors were flat.

Morning,

Kim.

What are you doing here, Mr. King?

I'm looking for you.

How did you know I was here?

Oh, believe me, I know how to find what I want.

Listen, I want to give you an opportunity to join a hip, funky group

that are putting a brand new flavor in your ear.

So y 'all get it correct?

Oh, for sure.

You see, not only are we the reigning champions of the gospel fest, we're even

featured regularly on Bobby Jones' Gospel Hour.

P .E .T.? Black Star Power.

Tim, I want you to close your eyes and envision yourself as the lead vocalist

the Curtis King Singers.

Okay. What am I wearing?

Now, it's funny you should mention that, because I want you to picture yourself

singing, While you are wearing one of these.

Oh, it's so shiny.

Oh, yeah.

Does that mean you're going to join us?

No, I'm happy where I am.

Okay.

What do you think about it?

Sleep on it.

I'm going to think if I'm going to be asleep.

I'm feeling this music. This old school stuff is play.

I love singing old school stuff.

You suck up.

Okay, fine, fine.

Rufus, come to the front. Kim, why don't you step to the rear? And when you

start feeling it, I'll move you back up to lead.

Wait, is this a trick?

By going traditional, we'll stand out.

And by the way, it's the 21st century.

Already?

Now you can just take this jacket and give it back to Curtis.

No, Mama, I'm going to wear it. No, I'm not going to. You won't. See, Mama, we

never see eye to eye. What does that suppose to mean?

Let's get started. How can we? Kim's not here.

There's been some changes.

Kim is no longer with the choir.

What? I... She and I had some creative differences.

You didn't hurt her too bad, did you?

She decided to join the Curtis King Singers. Oh, well... But not to worry.

I've already told Rufus he's our new soloist. Rufus? Yes, because you know he

can sing, too.

Sorry we're late, Nikki, but I had to give Rufus a ride.

Rufus, what's wrong with your car?

He says nothing, but as a soloist, it's important that he rest his mind, body,

and voice.

And what's with the thing?

Rufus feels it's necessary to protect his vocal cords from any possible

drowning.

Can Rufus speak for himself?

Nope.

If he doesn't want to be replaced.

You don't have to get all huffy, Nikki.

Respect the artiste. That's all I ask.

Okay.

Let's take it from the top.

To the singer's spa.

Ooh, a spa. We're going to get massages and facials. I'm going to like this. No

kidding. This is where we get all the kinks out.

First, we always start with a good workout.

Oh, I get it for our voices, right?

No.

Our bodies.

You see, if your body is in tip -top shape, then your voice will be at its

which is where we need you if we're going to win this year's Gospel Fest.

That's your diet plan for the next two weeks. A diet? But I look good.

Well, of course you do.

But all my singers follow a strict diet in preparation for this competition.

A two -way? My fingers are on call 24 -7.

Dang it, that's a choir.

Wrong! Wrong!

Wrong!

That group you left was just a choir.

We are the Curtis King Singers, and we what?

and we'll do some Pilates. Some Pilawates?

in less than 24 hours.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, help me, Lord.

I'm sorry. I thought y 'all were finished in there.

Oh, no.

Are you busy tomorrow night?

Oh, ma 'am, I'm a happily married man.

Me too.

I was wondering if you would help me out by singing a solo for us in the gospel

set. Me?

No. I don't know about singing in a competition.

I just sing for the Lord.

Exactly.

God is good all the time.

Mama. Kim.

You look well.

Thank you.

And how are things with your new choir?

Wonderful, and you?

Sensational. You know, When one door closes, the Lord will open up a new one.

Baby,

what's wrong?

Pain.

Mama, I have to confess, I'm hating it. It's Curtis.

He's killing us. It's like boot camp without the cute boots.

Poor baby.

How's this?

Oh, great.

I miss singing with you, Mama.

I miss you, too.

But I'm glad you're singing the type of music you want to sing.

I heard about Rufus going diva on you.

Yeah, he's a mess.

But that's okay.

In the 11th hour, God answered my prayer.

I'm glad, Mama.

Thanks, Putin.

But you know, I lost sight on what's really important.

Me too.

It's not about competition.

It's about bringing glory to God with our talents, old or new school.

And I guess I learned that the grass isn't always grassy on the other side.

Nikki, Nikki, I got my voice back.

Good, because that's where you'll be standing, in the back.

Now, get back in there. Get back.

All right, this next group is making their first appearance at the Southern

California Gospel Fest. Put your hands together for Mount Zion Chapel Choir.

All right, we can win this.

Donnie, Donnie, you can do this.

Donnie, don't worry about all those people out there.

Just sing for the Lord.

In Jesus.

All. Our sin then.

Breeds. To bed.

God give you the glory.

So, Kim, you ready to go on tour?

Not with you.

I quit.

Say what?

You crazy?

No, I came to my senses.

There are more important things than winning, like friends, family, and

where you belong.

And besides, my muscles are sore, you maniac.

Yeah, and we keeping the jacket.

Hey!

Yo, yo, Curtis, let me talk to you for a minute.