Chapter 3
Lucky
My father swears I was tapping a rhythmic beat in my mother’s belly before I even took my first breath. Honestly, I can’t imagine doing anything else with my life. It’s always revolved around music. My father was a drummer in two different bands for more than twenty years. My mother—well, singing is still her first love. Music. It’s in the blood that pumps through my veins, keeps me alive as much as my own heartbeat.
Not being able to get up on stage and do what I love is a curse, but in a weird way, it was also a blessing for a time. Staying behind the scenes has taught me so much about music. There’s certainly something to be said about the old truism Those who can, do. Those who can’t, teach.
“Thank you, Lucky. I swear, I’ve learned more in the last week than I have
