Angel. Yeah, Me.

When I first auditioned as the lead singer for the band Darker Days, Johnny, the guitar player, exclaimed, 'she sings like an angel.'

And yes: that has stuck in my head.

It's been about ten years since I wailed my high-pitched babbles into the microphone in that basement, Yam hammering the drums, T walking the bass.

I didn't know what I was doing. T. heard me singing Ella Fitzgerald songs in the shower. He told me to come and try out.

He truly loved me. What is it, about being loved like that? Being appreciated for all one's talents? He always thought I was funny, too. We clicked on every level.

Eventually, the band split. Johnny was a manipulator. He tried to work T and me against each other. Yam dressed her dogs up in bomber jackets.

And T never played again, really. He was devastated.

So much for being an angel.