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The day I gasped my first breath. My Aunt held me close and hummed, which was off note. I began to cry, my Grandmother turned and introduced herself with canto. My grandmother predicted I would be a child of music. And it was so. As years passed my ears were introduced to her voice which translated a beautiful language. This language was song. Everytime I heard music I would become as one with it. It was more than spiritual. I could recall as a child climbing out of bed when everyone was sound asleep and walk to the stereo to hear music. Instead of being scolded, she would sigh and gesture "Aye Mija, musica es parte de la vida". She would tell me "music is pure emotion, music is therapy, music is your structure!!. As I began to explore my voice, I fell more in love. When I fell head over feet I knew that this was my calling. I began involving myself with music as much as possible. 8 years old and I was introduced to the microphone. I became a fiend. Performing at churches, schools, and even at family functions. I enveloped myself to the point instead of worrying about my future. I was worried what was I going to do after school finished. I discovered a studio and all the attachments to it, it became my element. And since it has been history, history in the making.