The first good song that I wrote came from the first time I saw Nashville, Tennessee. There was this songwriter's round in a dingy little 50s diner, and four songwriters took turns playing songs they had written for the crowd. I don't think I breathed one time during the whole night. We were stopping in Nashville because it was halfway-ish between my home state, Michigan, and Florida, the place we went for spring break. It had been a terrible time. I had met up with one of my teammates from the volleyball team to hang out on a boat, and she had brought a friend with her instead. They did not talk to me the whole trip. So now I'm sitting in this diner, watching these people pour their souls out, and I decide I can't keep wasting my time on things that don't choose me back. I'm too tired of hiding things that I love about myself so that I'm more manageable and palatable to whoever I'm around. "Whatever I let into my life next", I remember thinking, "it has to be Something Good". I came up with a guitar riff in the hotel room that night, and the whole drive back to Michigan, I spent writing and rewriting the lyrics until they completely described what I was feeling. To this day, it's one of my favorite songs I've ever written. I tell you this because I'm a firm believer that music helps reflect our feelings. I think that in moments of frustration or confusion, music brings clarity. I've listened to songs that have helped me get over crushes, songs that have inspired me to take action, and everything in between. Looking ahead, there are so many things I want to accomplish and be. But the greatest desire in all of that is to make people feel seen and recognized and loved, no matter the distance or time. The only way that I can do that is by writing songs. I'm going to be the three minutes and thirty seconds that changes someone's life. And I hope you will support me in doing so. Thank you for your time.

I remember that I couldn’t see over the dashboard yet. It was fall, and the light was filtering through the trees. My dad and I were driving through a stereotypical old-timey neighborhood on a crisp autumn day. I was bouncing to the rhythm of a Tina Dico song, one that had played a million times before in the cab of my dad’s grey Silverado. Growing up, my dad worked really strange hours. There would be times when I wouldn’t see him for days on end. My mom worked regular days as well, so I always had to be dropped off at a daycare in the mornings before I started school. Usually, my mom would drop me off, but today it was my dad. “What do you hear?” my dad asked, reaching across to turn up the radio. “What?” “What makes this interesting to listen to? Why do you like the song, Gwen?” We fell silent for a moment, and my face folded in concentration. I thought about the lyrics, about how it felt to listen to, but I couldn't pinpoint exactly what made the song cool. “I don’t know,” I sighed in frustration. He chuckled to himself “Listen to the beginning of each line. What do you notice?” I zeroed in, trying to pick up all the nuances. We were silent again until my dad revealed the secret. “She adds scratch into each note. She slides up into it, and do you hear how she takes a breath? She makes it part of the phrase.” Of course! Now that he had pointed it out, I couldn't unhear it. It was like suddenly I could see behind the curtain, and an entire world had been inches away. The rest of the way to the daycare, I sat thinking about how music could be so intricate. It was incredible that something about a song I loved, I had missed entirely. But it made the song. Later in the drive, I told my dad that I wanted to play guitar and sing, just like Tina Dico. He told me we could start with piano lessons and see if I even still wanted to play music. Fast forward and now as a junior in high school, I have written over 20 songs. I’m a member of the Nashville Songwriters Association International. I won the 2024 National Alliance for Musical Theater Songwriting Challenge for High School Students. I’m a section leader of the top choir in my school. I have spent the last three years playing various gigs around the Lansing Area, and I regularly go to open mic nights around town. I play at churches, festivals, restaurants, and private parties. It is a privilege and a dream come true every time I have a willing audience. But it all started with noticing something about a song I had heard a million times before. That was the day I realized how differently music hits everyone. Even when I’m frustrated with my bandmates, or overwhelmed with deadlines for song drafts, the thing I keep coming back to is how much I love being someone who makes music. I love writing lyrics that make people feel less alone, lyrics that make people freeze in place, and songs that get stuck in someone's head until they just have to look up the lyrics. It's always changing, always evolving, and I am honored to be a part of the music community.

Growing up, I loved going to see shows. My aunt was in musicals, and she and her family lived far away, so the only time I would get to see her, aside from holidays, was when she was playing Miss Hanigan in Annie, or Mama Ogre in Shrek. This love for musical theater continued as I grew up with her kids, as they each took their turn on stage. But the legend that held the most iconic parts of musical theater was "Wicked." It was my mom's favorite show, and we got tickets to see it at our local theater while it was on tour. And then Covid canceled our plans. There was no talk of the show coming through again and we were devastated. But a year later the tour came through again and we were able to see the legend that is "Wicked." And I was floored. The lights, the music, the special effects, it was nothing short of magical and it was by far the most elaborate production I had ever seen. I decided that I wanted to be part of musical productions, and the second I hit high school I auditioned for every musical available to me. I was in Les Miserables, Newsies, Oklahoma, and Footloose, the latter two playing lead roles of Aunt Eller and Ariel, respectively. I was a winner of the NAMT Songwriting Challenge for 2024, which led to my song being debuted on a Broadway-adjacent stage. The Musical theater community has been life-changing to me, but Wicked was a pivotal moment in my journey as both a performer and a musician.

I do not claim to be An astronaut With my words. I do not travel to other worlds. I do not change the course of history. I do not bound across the line Of what has been thought to be previously possible. I do not clothe myself in titles that mark themselves across the globe. No, I am not an astronaut. I do not stare longingly out the window Watching the blues and greens and whites swirl together in sensation and finality. I do not miss my fellow patriots and comrades, Or mourn for loved ones While so far removed from the world we call residency. No, I am not an astronaut. I am, however, not a civilian. I do not stare in wonder at the sky, Marveling at the courage and dedication people have to reach such dizzying heights. I do not ogle at the blast of the ship Racing itself towards the heavens and the great beyond. I do not count down with the nation As the promise of our future leaves our little world, Our speck of a civilization Sprawling across continents and time periods as if to make something of itself. Oh, the great need to be great. greater. greatest. No, I am not an astronaut or a civilian. But I ache. Oh, great heavens, how I ache. I bleed in black and blue and red stains across respectable articles of clothing. I bleed in metaphors of hope and promise. I bleed in TSA 4 fluid-ounce bottles and great big gallon drums. I am not an astronaut. I do not go to other worlds. And I am not a civilian. I do not marvel at those who can leave the planet. Rather I tint the windows And the light And the sun I do not make a new world I color this one. In technicolor honesty, The stains are vibrant The metaphors are glittering The TSA bottles Are overflowing with the future in liquid form Metallic and simple It snakes its way through my vision Everything can shine Everything is worthy Anything is possible. I am sorry. I do not create worlds. I do not apply to your criteria. But I like to think the words make the world we see That the sentences will change my future That if I hit the right syntax The right stanza The right land mine I can bleed in a way That makes the sun a little brighter And the sky a little bluer And that maybe If I'm lucky The words will make the stars seem close.

I first discovered Chappell Roan from a friend of mine who told me that I had a similar sound to her. I'm a musician myself, and naturally, I was curious. I think this was in the early stage of Chappell blowing up, and I had no prior knowledge before I took a breath and clicked on the first single. What. The. Hell. It was magic. It was deep. And oddly enough, it was fun! I have become much more of a fan since the first run-through of Good Luck, Babe! but that first listen was insanely surreal. As I delved deeper, I became connected to songs like "After Midnight," "Naked in Manhatten," and "Love Me Anyways." But it wasn't just the songs. It was the singer. She was technical, she was flashy she was... Jumping up and down on a trampoline singing her songs? Oh yeah, Chappell does cardio workouts while singing so she can have better breath support and endurance during shows while still maintaining a good sound. Excuse me?? While I am still, admittedly, in the beginning, stages of falling down the Chappell Roan rabbit hole, the thing that consistently sticks out to me is her authenticity. Chappell Roan is no one but herself in any context I've ever seen her in. She obliterates the popstar box, all while steadily trekking the mountain of fame. It is absolutely incredible to see, and I have so much love for the person she is and the career that she's created.

My favorite athlete from Team USA is Katie Ledecky. When I was younger, I was a swimmer. I've always loved the water and when I got to about 5th grade, my parents decided to enroll me in my town's resident club team. I climbed the ranks, eventually being placed in the most advanced group less than a year from when I started swimming. And I was good. I was never the best on the team, but I was getting faster. And then I started to get burnt out. I started dreading going to practice, I mindlessly totaled up the amount of yards we swam each practice, and I wasn't excited for meets anymore. I eventually quit swimming to start volleyball, which I recently retired from after 7 meticulous years. I bounced around a lot when it came to sports. I tried fencing, sailing, swimming, volleyball, basketball, and now, tennis. But I have never really loved these things. I fell in love with music instead. The intricacy, the technique, and the rush of a performance; these things are a bright spot in my life. But sometimes I think back to swimming, about how I needed to find something that I loved, instead of something that became an obligation. At the 2024 Olympics, watching Katie Ledecky dominate year after year has been so inspiring. Swimming wasn't my thing, but it's something that Ledecky loves. And that kind of love inspires focus, dedication, and awe. With my previous experience in swimming, I know exactly how difficult it can be. And that is why I have so much admiration, spirit, and love for Katie Ledecky.