How do I start this fucking script? well I was six when I was discovered in the bathroom of my first grade class , that I can sing , Mrs. Johnson came in and caught my little ass singing the hell out of ” Ease on down the road ” . From the hit play the ”WIZ”. I was scared shitless , because she was a hardball teacher , More like a bitch . But that day changed my elementary school ass. Soon after that voice lessons came in to play . By the beautiful Mrs. Coles , She had long brown hair and light skin like butter. She helped with all the fine tuning by strengthening my power cords at such a young age . There were two other singers in the voice class. Only two of us could sing .The other two girls were there only because of favoritism or their looks. Mary Riddley was the other good voice. Honestly I was better I’ve always known it but was too shy and non confrontational to say . So I showed it . Each school play / performance she sang lead . But I often had the strong pitch parts. I knew at my young age I wanted to be a star. My childhood friend John Thomas now deceased , he died from Aids “RIP”, helped nurture my vocals as well . We would watch ”Kids & Corporated”, Mickey Mouse Club ” .etc., Those were the good shit that came on television . Anything that had to do with music or singing we listened . ”I miss him” , he died of AIDS . It broke my heart . Anyway , I am ending this blapterunt at night I would watch classical movies from ages 6 to now . I am talking real Hollywood stars from ;from Fred Astaire , Elvis, Jerry Lewis , Humphrey Bogart , Marilyn Monroe . The list goes on and on . I use to rehearse all the scripts and use my dolls as props and extras . I even taught myself how to kiss by using my dolls . (funny). And I had every single posters of every star posted on my wall from Beverly Johnson to Cheryl Tiegs ,Janice Dickerson the Jackson Five ,etc..My wall became my movie my writing pad . Got my ass whooped from doing so much of it. But I didn’t care I still created a world of my own . It helped me get through the dysfunctions in my household . But that’s another story . You can read about it in my next blapter part 2.
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