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When I was 8 years old I competed in my first ever music festival during the Easter of 1993. I sang “Home Among The Gum Trees” and probably hit three notes in key during the entire song, not that I was aware of that at the time. My sister won all the trophies, I won nothing. But none of that mattered to me. I was hooked.I was hooked on the buzz, the excitement and some strange sense of freedom on stage that even an 8 year old could recognise. After that first ‘live’ music experience, I pondered my way through school and all other childhood and adolescent necessities. I performed with the family band around my home town and then later in a duo with my sister Melanie, all the while singing other peoples’ songs to drunks and straights alike. I probably partied a little too hard for my mother’s liking during high school, but I also studied hard. I knew good grades were my ticket out of Chinchilla, where the majority of the population regularly informed me that ‘there was no future in