Chapter 7

January 13, 2000,

I was hanging out with dad in his recording studio at the ranch. He paused the track that he was working on and had the chef bring us some food. The chef knocked on the door and dad let him inside. He brought us each an egg salada sanduíche and went back to the main house. Dad came over and sat down across from me at the small mesa, tabela that was there.

I said "daddy I want to be just like you when I grow up!" He asked "you do? In what way do you want to be like me?" I said "well; I want to be a singer and a dancer who is famous just like you!" He said "yeah; it can be awesome...