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were only four or five rows from the stage.
    All of a sudden the music got louder and louder, the bass pounding. It continued to swell even louder, and there were lights flashing. Then it stopped.
    â€œLadies and gentlemen, boys and girls, the JYD Project presents the Mission Possible Tour!” a voice yelled over the PA system.
    People started to cheer as a young man bounded out onto the stage, microphone in hand. He had a big smile on his face as he bounced across the stage.
    â€œGood afternoon, everybody!” he called out. “It is so good to be here with you. Are you all happy to be alive today?”
    The crowd roared back its approval.
    â€œI can’t hear you!” he called out.
    The crowd—including Kia and me—screamed even louder.
    â€œMy name is Steve Coleman, but I’m known as QTMC That stands for Quest to Make Change. That is the mission of the JYD Project. To make change through words of encouragement and positive music. I’d like you all now to do somethingwith me. I want you to lift up an arm—no, lift up
two
arms.”
    Kia raised her arms. I felt a little bit uncomfortable, but looking around the crowd I could see an ocean of arms stretching up all around us.
    â€œI want to share a song with you,” QTMC called out.
    The music got louder, the beat stronger.
    â€œOne … two … one … two … let’s do this!” He started rapping to the beat of the music, moving across the stage, waving his outstretched arms back and forth.
    â€œNow, throw your hands in the air … throw your hands up in the air … keep them up in the air! If you’re happy to be alive today say, ‘Oh yeah!’
    â€œOh yeah!” the audience yelled back and swayed along with him, hands held high, arms swaying back and forth. You couldn’t help but move along with the beat as QTMC kept rapping.
    I leaned closer to Kia. “This guy is really good,” I yelled over the music.
    â€œFantastic!” she said back.
    Kia wasn’t just swinging her arms. She was swaying back and forth in time with the beat. She was really into the music that QTMC was performing. Lookingaround I could see that she wasn’t the only one. All the people in the crowd looked like they were feeling the same way.
    The song came to an end and the audience cheered and clapped and screamed.
    â€œThank you! Thank you all!” QTMC called out. “I’d like to introduce you to a special friend of mine … a man who invited me to be part of the JYD Project … to be part of this Triple Threat team. He’s a man who speaks from the heart to thousands and thousands of students every year about setting goals, embracing education, investing in themselves and reaching for their personal best in everything. Can we all give it up for Mr. Johnnie Williams the Third!”
    People started cheering. From the side of the stage came a second man. He was taller than the first. He had a beaming smile as he glided across the stage. He and QTMC shook hands and then did a body bump as music began playing in the background again.
    â€œHow are you all doing today?” he called out, and the audience yelled back a greeting.
    â€œI’m so happy and grateful to be here today. My name is Johnnie Williams the Third. I’m here today to pass on a message of hope—a message that’simportant to me, to my good friend QTMC and to my brother … you all know my little brother … Jerome “Junk Yard Dog” Williams.”
    There was a cheer from the audience.
    â€œMy brother and I decided that it was important for us to give back to our community. We created the JYD Project, a five-year plan to motivate 500,000 students. The JYD Project offers seven community outreach programs. Our programs aim to inspire youth to excel in academics and develop their self-confidence. I believe that the majority of our society’s problems are man-made, leaving the