Philadelphia. February 1983. A major winter storm attacked with wind and snow. Before Old Man
Winter came to bear, a group of nurses and doctors gathered all around to see this little girl, rumored to upstage a boyís
birth as being the biggest baby born in the hospital that day. When she arrived, her eyes sparkled. Her hair,
blacker than a ravenís feather. Skin, sweet olive. A star was born.
Dad always told me this story because he knew I would grow up to change the world and those who surround me. I grew up with music
playing in the house. Whether it was Dad playing his guitar or hearing my Grandma tickling the ivory. My Grandma was my muse since
she always played her piano everyday and to emulate her wonderfulness, I had to practice everyday. The piano, to me, seemed so regular,
just ordinary. When I discovered the harp, I became the angel destined to play it. It became my obsession to be the best.
At age 9, I received the highest, most distinguished award in music presented to me by former Mayor, Ed Rendell. I was also the youngest
person to ever receive this award. I made history! At age 10, I performed in front of former First Lady Hillary Clinton and other
global leaders for a charity benefit. By the time I reached high school, I became the envy of all, particularly the girls. Not only
did our classmates want to see me perform on my silver harp; but the boys (most of all,) wanted to glance at this model-like
beauty. In college, I decided to try the marching band for a change. Awarded the best and the most beautiful college majorette in the
nation! Perfection does not take a second seat. Never in my eyes.
Then came Archie. I felt sorry for him, to be honest. Big teeth, gawky, stupid laugh, overly dramatic...always talking to himself
or his hand. I guess I was obligated to be nice to him. ďBig mistake!Ē shouted Grandma. Maybe she was right. There wasn't even enough
money for me to get a new majorette outfit for the holidays after helping pay off attorney bills - and he DIDN'T EVEN WIN THE YOUNG
LIONS CUP! Co Co bunny had some overnight visits
at my house. Scratching up the furniture, eating everything in sight. I had to groom him, put his flea medicine on him, and clean up
his doo doo butter mess. Now heís gone because Archie canít win a simple match! AAAHHHHH!!!!
My nails are bitten down to the skin, because Iím worrying about Archie embarrassing me again!
My harp just sits in the corner along with all my
awards, collecting dust. I should have listened to Grandma. We need wins! Not more whining, not more rambling - and no more crying
about that God awful, I-really-want-to-put-a-bullseye-on-it, bald spot! A fan told me we look like William
and Kate - well those two are winners! Treat me like the royalty I am! Archie, for the sake of our professional relationship, you
need to work harder and train better. Otherwise, this princess, this
beauty, this star, will shine without you!