Cyndi Lauper, no matter how bad it got for me when I was little, and it got really bad. I could count on her to be “right there waiting, time after time” and to see my “true colors” I know that sounds stupid, but I would get my tape and my walkman, go and hide in the dog house with Tramp, he would sleep next to me, and Cyndi would sing to me and I would sing with her, and it was okay for a few minutes, I was safe. Nothing existed but Cyndi’s voice and the warmth of Tramp’s body, it was almost like it could be okay.

So Cyndi Lauper, she was always inspiration to keep going, it could be okay if I could hear her voice.