As I sit here in front of my piano, I can only think about how I got started in the music industry. My father was a noted electric violinist. He would play for large crowds and noted celebrities. He even played for the President one time. There is nothing that I would change about my musical life. One afternoon, as I was preparing for a recital, I noticed a cramp developing in my hand. This wasn’t a good sign as I only had a few hours to prepare for one of the most important performances of my life. The time of the recital arrived, and my hand seemed worse than it was earlier. I knew that I would do well as I had on the necklace my father gave me before he died. When I started playing, it felt like someone else had control of my hands, and I knew it was my father.