HE DIDN’T SAY A WORD — BUT EVERYONE KNEW WHAT IT MEANT. Under the soft amber lights of the Grand Ole Opry, Alan Jackson stood completely still — no intro, no grand entrance, just silence that spoke louder than words. His hat shaded his eyes, his guitar pressed close against his chest, and for a heartbeat, the whole room seemed to hold its breath.
HE DIDN’T SAY A WORD — BUT EVERYONE KNEW WHAT IT MEANT Under the soft amber lights of the Grand…