"We're not good enough," LaTavia whispered.
Backstage—well, behind the curtain—Beyoncé opened her eyes. She saw her father nodding slowly. She saw her mother crying. beyonce part 1
She stood up. The others followed.
The crowd was just family and a few elderly parishioners—but to Beyoncé, it was the Superdome. She closed her eyes, remembering the way her grandmother, Miss Hattie, had taught her to breathe. "From the belly, baby," she would whisper. "Let God push it out." "We're not good enough," LaTavia whispered
And then, the girl opened her mouth.