It was a night I’ll never forget — one that felt like stepping back in time. I went to my brother Merrill’s final U.S. performance, not knowing it would move me in a way I didn’t expect. As he sang the songs that once defined our lives, I suddenly found myself no longer the performer, but a fan — just another face in a crowd swept away by his voice. Then came the moment I’ll never forget. Merrill looked my way, smiled, and asked me to join him. What happened next brought the entire theater to its feet — and left me holding back tears. Yes, The Osmonds were all of us — but it was Merrill’s voice that gave us our sound, our soul, and a legacy that still echoes long after the lights go down.
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