He may be a nice guy, but his material stinks and when he goes on stage is booed off it. Lance hasn't a clue what's going on. All he wants is to get back down there in time for the final closing amateur show at The Apollo. He makes a deal with King for a body swap, at first on a temporary basis, until a suitable full-scale reincarnation can be arranged. Wellington is white, podgy and a business shark.
Lance is black, skinny and a soft touch.
Of course, Lance changes all that, much to the fury of his board, and her heart melts. The racist jibes aren't sharp enough. The love story beggars belief. The angel jokes fall flat and the slut wife-killer sub plot is thrown away. All that's left is the man.