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My life was simple; I had a house, a wife, kids, and work. The fame came with it, which meant less privacy. But I handled the privacy issues by hiring round-the-clock guards across the house.
My son, Harry James, had a thing for music because when I practiced at home, he would snatch the microphone from me and sing nursery songs. I got it; he had my musical gene. The younger one, my daughter, Cary Kamilla, loved cars and writing on our walls. It was always funny when her mom caught her writing or doodling random art on our walls. She used her charm so that her mom wouldn’t scold her. I could see Mysty on Cary Kamilla because even if she was only three feet tall, she had a voice everyone must hear.
Mysty and I had winning genes. We had cool kids who would grow up better than us. Thi
