Eyes closed, you took a deep breath. No matter how many times you stepped onto this stage, there was always something electrifying about those first moments between when the music began and you truly started to sing.
You loved music. You always had. You loved the way you could use music to pull feelings up from the depths of your soul, to share those feelings with everyone around you, the way you could use music to make them feel what you felt.
The job as a singer in a jazz club in London was like a dream come true. You didn’t care that it barely paid anything at all - it paid enough to keep a roof over your head and food in your stomach and that was more than you’d ever hoped for.