Soldiers in full military uniform found me and took me to the Capitol after I got lost in the White House. I was four years old, on a crowded public tour with my family and I let go of my sister’s hand. A nice lady gave me ice-cream to eat until my mum arrived.
Music is in my family. I’m the youngest and the tallest of five sisters who grew up singing in the church. I taught myself the piano, my dad played bass and my mother was the choir director. In rehearsals she wanted the most from her daughters, so we got the hard lessons more than anyone else.
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