The hardest day of my life was when I walked off a stage and found out in front of all of my peers that my father Jerome died unexpectedly while I was performing. I haven’t performed really since, and I’ve made the decision to get back out there! Heading to New York there is a measure of fear attached to me being on stage. I await the bad news. It’s hard. Honestly I’m still depressed, but I have to move forward. Anxiety is high but I gotta make my living! Fear is real. Pray for me!