The only thing that was more beautiful than her beauty was the angelic tone that transcended time and space. When she divided her lips to sing, the flash evolved into a sort of sacred dalliance with an unseen force and burning ambitions that motivated her to succeed madly. It was as if she had consciously tailored her entire being’s fabric to become a champion and nothing less.

With a laser-sharp focus, she was extremely motivated as she turned herself into different characters for certain songs. The young woman, with the chameleon-like features, morphed into a singular vision of splendor and aural nirvana, whether it was the fishnet-wearing, Club-kid wild child with the fiery, red tresses or the ethereal, platinum-haired siren adorned with all-white satin.

For those who were lucky enough to see the dreams of the one who wore her talent as accouterments, it was the precise moment they heard her singing that the discovery of the raven-haired angel had something exceedingly special in her hands, with the incredible gift. It was the preservation of her soul and who she was as a human being to be able to share her music with the world.

Sadly, as much as she loved music and all that it meant to her, that autumn morning, almost ten years ago, wasn’t enough to save her from the cruel hand of fate.