
I have wanted this for as long as I can remember. To be a lead singer would be a dream come true! Maybe this is why I've dated so many guys in bands.
I'd be the only girl allowed at band practice, the loyal girlfriend who attended every show, the one who'd take her position up near the front of the crowd, and snapped pictures of all the guys, just like they wanted.
But, really, I never liked the music. It wasn't my band. I was just there to live vicariously through him, jealous that it wasn't me behind the mic.
In high school, I won myself a black Fender in a radio station competition, then bought myself a white Flying V and also a white acoustic.
Of course, I offended these instruments (and my private music teacher) greatly by never practicing and thus making them sound horrible.

There was a band that once asked me to be their lead singer, but before I could accept or write my first line, they broke up -- and my little heart was left broken, too.
The rock star dream slipped by me, sadly, but it was caught by my friend Trey to whom I had the privilege of teaching his very first chord. He's now a national touring rock star who recently graced the cover of Guitar Player magazine. And I couldn't be more proud! Or jealous, actually! :-)
