Tony
I will never get tired of watching Pepper perform. Not if we did this every night until we’re ninety. Or I’m ninety and she’s seventy-something. My girl is a genius. And beautiful. And pure magic.
Tonight she has everyone eating out of her hand. I think there must be a special vibe at a charity event—more love going around than usual.
“Thank you, everyone,” she calls out after she finishes her song. “As you know, r**e is an issue near and dear to my heart. I am a r**e survivor.” The crowd rumbles, same as I do every time I think about what happened to her. “I’m here to take a stand against s****l assault. Will you join me?”
The crowd lets out ear-splitting cheers.
“One hundred percent of tonight’s proceeds go to benefit the non-profit organization Take Back the Night. I want to t
