Sonny White was so beautiful and I think she threw him a curve. He was a little chubby man, a brown, pretty man, a dear boy. He was a cherub. And he loved Lady. He knew all about her life and her thing, but he played for her regardless. I’ve seen him come off the stage and break down. She’d just sung ‘You’re My Thrill’ or whatever, and Sonny White would walk away and hide in a corner and cry.
