hey everyone... i am getting to be really busy as we come closer and closer to the closing date on our house... our beautiful, airconditioned, roomier house. i have started packing, since i will not be here for ten days before we start to move. i have also started cleaning out my dresser drawers and my closet (no fun) because i have clothes in there from LAST summer still. i hate doing that kind of stuff. it takes forever, and until i;m completely done, my room is a wreck. my mom hates it too. then i have to do TONS of laundrey cause i havent in a while (heehee i hate laundry but it is one of those things that i will be doing the rest of my life) yeah and then i will probably be packing away my books and all my junk that i store in my vanity drawers, like my three sets of stationary and the scrapbooking stuff i never use.

I had an hour and a half long talk with dad last night about what I want to do with my life. The point is, I want to sing for a living, and we started discussing all the different options with that. When I’m in college, I want to spend a summer singing at Disney World, or at Six Flags. From there, I would like to either go on Broadway or record CDs, have a top ten, that kind of thing. If I did Broadway, it would most likely not be a Christian ministry. If I did become an artist, it would most likely be Christian music. Daddy said that the theater business is very ugly, very immoral, and it takes a lot to stick with your standards. If I did that, I could be a light in the darkness, still doing Christian work but not publicly. I would be helping people on a more personal and intimate level.

Another option would be to go into the Christian music industry. That is my ultimate dream, what I would like to do most. Daddy said when he is on an airplane, or it is nighttime and he needs to occupy his mind, he imagines what it would be like to be the opening act for a huge star. I did that last night after he sent me to bed. Picture this…

Reliant K has just started a brand new tour promoting their seventh CD. I, Katy Dennis, a young and talented starlet, am their opening act. We are at Lakewood Baptist Church in Houston, our third city to be at. There are 21,000 people out in the stands, all screaming and yelling, waving their signs. I down my water bottle in five seconds, check my hair, crack my neck and go out on stage. The crowd goes wild. I walk on stage waving, praying to God in my head to take over my voice that night. There had been people waiting in line since three o’clock that afternoon when we had had a sound check. It was now seven in the evening, and in the very front row there was a little eight-year-old girl sitting on her daddy’s shoulders, who smiled and waved at me. She was bald, and had a hospital bracelet on her wrist. She was being treated for Leukemia in Houston, and her daddy had promised to take her to a concert. She had chosen that one.

I say a quick hello to everyone, introduce my band members, and start to sing. After two or three songs, I sit down on a stool and tell my story. I am sixteen, about to be a senior in high school, and had been singing on stage since I was barely old enough to talk. I talk about the importance of my family, and how my dad is my manager. He comes out on stage and sings with me, and the crowd loves him. I sing a few more songs, one of them a worship song that everyone knew, then brought my sisters, Cassie, thirteen, and Callie, ten, to sing with me. They were the hits of the show. I sing my closing song, then Reliant K comes out on stage and I sing one song with them. Then I go backstage to rest and get ready for the meet-and-greet.

Now, I have it in immense detail, what will happen, but that would take me all day to write and you even longer to read. So that’s it for now!

<3 Kate

I am a Musician

Katy Dennis

I am a musician

What I sing is what I know

This is I'm supposed to do:

God has told me so

I am a musician

Music is my life

I eat it

Sleep it

Breathe it

Need it

I am a musician

The only thing I need

Is the starting note of a song

A microphone and me

I am a musician

The world doesn’t care

That I have an opinion

That I want to share

I a am a musician

With the world at my fingers

But the every present doubt

Of not succeeding lingers

I am a musician

Music if my life

When my voice is loud and clear

It slices like a knife