For as long as I can remember, music has always been in my life. Growing up, my uncle had a recording studio on the other side of our property. I would wake up, trick my nanny into thinking I was going to the garden to play. Sneaking into the studio I would hide in the recording booth. Sitting there for hours watching singers come in and record. I can remember the smell of the studio. It was always so cold and smelled of coffee filled the air. I remember the smell of the Thai wooden instruments. The warm sounds of each string filled the room as they recorded.
After dinner, I would line my teddy bears up, make my parents sit down on the little chairs I used for tea time, and the show was on. Singing old tunes from The Carpenters to Whitney Houston for my parents until it was bed time. Late a night I would dream of one day singing in front of thousands of people. Selling out arenas, traveling around the world. Playing a sold out show in Madison Square Garden in front of thousands of twinkling lights. But I never imagined that life would catapult me to my dreams.
Moving around a lot when I was young, there wasn’t many things I felt I could really hold onto, as a little kid. It was always new friends, new school, new places, new adventures. But music and my voice was always something I could hold onto, something I knew I would never lose. I started writing music when I was about eight. Capturing the adventures my parents brought me on, the things I would see. The new people I would meet.
Needless to say, things haven’t changed much in my appreciation for music. Its a way for my to let out my emotions and maybe help someone who’s going through the same thing. Looking back, I wonder what my face would look like if I would have been able to tell the little girl, you’re going to do this. You’re going to have people from all over the world write to you and be so kind. You’re going to get invited to sing the national anthem in front of thousands of people and hundreds of thousands of people watching from the tv. You’re going to live your dream… Wherever life takes me, I hope that the little girl who daydreamed of watching twinkling stars from center stage is proud.
Thank you for being a part of my journey and letting my live my dreams. x.
