The Next American Idol My mom was the cameraman. The bed was my stage. My stuffed animals, my fans. A rising star at a young age.
I grabbed wigs, props, accessories, playing all of the contestants, performing songs from my memory, like I do now in the present.
I put on an act, making my characters sound pitchy, to save the best for last, so I could sound most pretty.
Who was the finalist? You’d never guess. It was Sierra who sounded the best!
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