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Text: Alha wa Chabab

"Wow… I can’t believe I’m standing here right now. Honestly, I used to daydream about this moment all the time. I grew up watching this show. Everyone in my family loves it. I come from a musical family. My dad plays the synthesizer and my mom has the most beautiful rocky voice you could imagine. She’s the one who gave me the love of Rai music. I know some people think that that kind of music is somehow dirty but my mom always said it was the most sincere, bravest, most authentic kind of music. The autotune is just extra, just for fun.  

Back when I was singing in parks, or down in the subway station where the sound of my guitar had to compete with trains rushing past, I’d picture something like this. Bright lights, a real stage, and people actually listening—not just hurrying past.

You know, a lot of people doubted me. They’d say, “Singing on the street isn’t a career,” or, “You’re wasting your time.” And, okay, sometimes I doubted myself too. It’s hard not to when strangers look at you like you’re invisible or like you’re a weird creature. But then I’d get those few smiles, or someone would stop and record a video, or even toss me a thumbs-up along with a coin. That little spark of encouragement—that kept me going.

And of course, I had my team at home. My mom, who never once told me to get a “real job,” even when money was tight. And my sister, who probably got sick of hearing me practice the same chorus a hundred times but still clapped every single time. They’re the reason I kept believing in myself when the world made it tough. They have my back and sometimes I feel like I am carrying their dream. I know my mom wished she could be an artist, openly, but she kept her songs between us, like a family secret. I want her to be proud of me. 

I guess what I want to say is… this moment feels huge, but it also feels like the natural next step. Because I’ve been preparing for this in every subway station, every park bench, every rainy day when my guitar strings slipped under my fingers. This is what I’ve been working toward.

So yeah, maybe I’m still the same busker, just with better lighting and a bigger crowd. But tonight, I get to share my music with you, and that’s all I’ve ever wanted. This one is for you Mom!