Music for the Heart and Soul
At ten, I stood in front of the mirror singing, word for word, The Greatest Love of All. I felt as if I were live in concert in front of a hundred thousand people - just me, a worn hairbrush, and a pretend audience that included teddy bears, a Barbie and Ken set, and a few critters that had flocked to my bedroom window to hear me crone to the vibes of the likes of the world-renown Whitney Houston. At that moment, I was a star.
Of course, I couldn't hold a note if Stevie Wonder put it in my hand and Jennifer Hudson volunteered to help to hold the note steady in my hand, but that's besides the point. With Whitney's music, a young girl from Tuskegee, Alabama in the 1980s could feel hope. It was with that glimmer of hope, if only for a five-minute track that could be rewound over and over until the tape broke, that a girl was allowed to dream much bigger than her surroundings.
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