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Complete, First published Jan 07, 2018
Mature
The stage used to be a place that felt like home. It's where I thought I would always belong. 
But that was then.
Before my confidence was stripped so publicly away from me.

After singing on a chart-topping dance track and appearing in its video, I had stupidly laid myself bare to the cruel and judgemental world.

People didn't hear my voice, they only saw my weight.
I was big, but my voice was so much bigger.

Trolled. Trashed. Ridiculed.
I vowed never again to do that to myself.
Never, would I stand on a stage.
Never, would I sing in public.

Years later, I lost some weight...but never really found my confidence.

So when Doug DiCarto contacts me about the possibility of working with him, I am floored. 

He is a big name British DJ and dance music producer. 
He is admired.
He is cool.
A genius on the decks.
He has a reputation for banging out the coolest of tunes almost as often as he bangs his women. 

Which is why I think I will have to say no.
I just have to, right?

Doug DiCarto and his high-profile world, could put me right back to that lonely, cruel and public place that I was four years ago. 

I can't do that to myself.
As flattered as I am, I just don't think I can put myself through that all over again.

My singing voice is mine.
Never will it be the worlds. 
Never will it be his.



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