"When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother, 'What will I be?' What will I be? What will I be? At 6, right after singing 'Country Roads' on stage, I told my dad that I wanted to be a singer. He hugged me. 8 years later, after numerous shuffles from wanting to be a teacher, a painter, a stamp collector, a librarian, an author, a sharp looking business woman, I told him again, " Dada, I want to be a singer" He didn't hug me this time. At 14, I was a chubby teenager who had no friends. But I had a stereo, and it played Avril Lavigne's ' 2007 album, 'Best Damn Thing', over and over, until I could sing every note and rap every word. At 15, I agreed with mum and concluded that a singing career is frivolous and risky. So I decided to ace tests ( and I did). But secretly I would spend roughly all day singing. Mostly Shania Twain and Taylor Swift. Yes, I had a Taylor Swift phase. And no, I'm not that good. I'm okay