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In 1988, Teddy Riley is headlining the Apollo as part of God.

But in 1973, he's just a five-year-old kid growing up in Harlem, and he's sick with the flu.

Tonight, his auntie Liz has a special treat for Teddy, a treat so exciting it makes his flu symptoms magically vanish.

My first concert singing Gladys Night at the Apollo.

Teddy lives just a few blocks away from the Apollo, but he's never been inside, and he cannot

wait to go.

Seeing a show at the Apollo would be a thrill for any kid.

But for Teddy, it's more than that because even at just five years old, he already lives for music.

What's the only thing outside of playing with my friends and being in the streets.

It was music.

There wasn't anything else that interests me.

There's a family story that at eight months old, Teddy climbed on top of the record player and

spun around on it trying to figure out where the sound was coming from.

As he walks into the Apollo lobby, Teddy looks around wide-eyed, taking it all in. The plush maroon carpet and glittering chandeliers,

the grown-ups all dressed to the nine for a night on the town,

and the theater's famous mural depicting all the legends who've performed here.

Smoky Robinson, Nina Simone, James Brown.

Teddy's got a good seat right in the front row.

He settles back into the plush red chair.

Then the curtain comes up. I bet you're wondering how I do. That's true.

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