I remember so vividly, sitting on the plane, going towards everything I’d ever wanted. What was so odd is I felt sad. My mom, sitting next to me, asked why. I told her I was sad because even though it …

After talking about it some more (which was all we ever did, it seemed), my dad finally agreed to let me go in the January competition. I was so excited! Finally somewhere I could do something that I REALLY loved …

During the end of my middle school years, I started to write music. It’s the one way I could express the feelings I had in a creative way instead of in anger. I wrote songs about my school, many about …

Before I moved to California, I lived in the small town of West Dundee Illinois. Now this wouldn’t be considered a farm town by any means, but you did see your share of corn fields once in a while. I …