Why I Am A Singer

“I don’t know” Phoenix smiled back “I was hoping maybe you’d stay up here with me while I go through some of it so I’m not by myself in case something goes wrong”

I grew up in Washington D.C with my dad’s recording studio in the basement. Day and night, I would hear the beats of R&B and jazz surfing up through the floorboards. My parent’s were always listening to everything from Motown to John Lennon, Broadway musicals to Otis Redding. I loved it all - Etta James, Frank Sinatra, Nina Simone, The Supremes, Elvis, Billie Holiday, musicals. To this day, those musicians inspire me. The second I knew that I had to be a singer was the day I fell madly in

“We tried. But she seems to know an awful lot about you. Says her name it Tabitha Couture.”

At the age of four I was absolutely positive that in the future my career was to be the real world Kim Possible. Yet, the next year something in me clicked; my mind had been set on becoming a singer, and ever since that moment twelve years ago it has been my path. I had convinced myself that I would stand on a stage, and every time I opened my mouth the notes would just flow out; gliding gracefully through the air, dancing to the music among one another, descending upon the audience in powerful crescendos. However, as I aged, my confidence in this vision would begin to sway.

“Oh, it’s afternoon now? Quicker than I thought it’d be. I thought you were gonna leave me in here until I was bored to death.” She snapped back.

"I heard, all three of them have been messing around for months. I get Veronica and Duncan fighting over Logan, but Duncan and Logan fighting over Veronica? I mean, come on." Madison didn't bother whispering or even concealing her snicker just because Veronica was well within earshot. "Plus, think of the Lilly Kane ick factor, no wonder she was sleeping with that psycho Aaron Echolls if her boyfriend and her best friend and her brother were all wrapped up in some gross love triangle, and who knows how long ago it started?"

“Ok mom but I will have to make all new friends and it is the summer so I won’t know anyone in the school year.”

“You don’t have to talk. That pale face and haunted look tells me everything I need to know. It’s Joan, isn’t it?”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just a nightmare.” I replied laughing awkwardly. But deep down inside I was probably distressed as the maid was.

"Relax." Alex said, "You don't have to go out with her, we just thought you might want to...you know." Alex shrugged his shoulder and grinned.

Lauren: Yeah. I know. Look, Truman, I'm not allowed to talk to you. You know.

born,my mother told me stories from when she was a professional singer and I longed to do the

After I graduated from college three years ago, I wanted to quickly break into the writing world. I knew I had a writer 's mind and a writer 's blood, yet I didn 't acknowledge the true commitment it took to become a good writer.

“I don’t understand, my graduation party is on Saturday. Why are you leaving for college so early?” I questioned.

      As I lift my head up and open my mouth, my voice escalates with every tune that comes out. The soothing words bounce off of my tongue and release the tension held within. Even if the sounds aren’t perfect or correct, every little bit helps me get through the day. When stressed, nothing helps me more than singing. My passion for singing comes from deep within my soul, mind and heart. When I sing, I sing with all of me, putting everything I can into it. I have always had a great passion for singing, ever since I was young. Although I am shy and still get nervous and shaky in front of others, in my own time, singing is my cigarette, my alcoholic drink, my escape from all the anger and the pain.