I struggled socially when I was young. My queerness was very confusing to me, it was normal for me to feel isolated. So I used nearly 100% of my time outside of school creating art and learning everything I could about music. My dad had picked up on my magical little ears and bought me a digital recording device so I could loop my voice and give life to all the harmonies I heard in my head... this was one of the greatest gifts I have ever received, because THAT’S when everyone started to gag lolol 😂 I would sit for hours dissecting and recreating the DC vocals. My ear understood the voicing inherently (can’t explain, don’t mind), but what their music informed and taught me was the BLEND. The scrutinizing accuracy of their ability to sing as one. And of course, Beyoncé became, forevermore, the guiding artist of my life. I have seen Beyoncé perform live twice. The first time was in 2016, in Houston. It was to this day one of the greatest musical experiences of my life. As soon as she appeared and began singing, tears streamed down my face. This was the year before I created Rosé. The second was last night. It’s almost unreal how incredible and inspiring and godlike she is. She bathes in the moment. Every choice works. Her effortlessness could not have given me more. But something new happened last night, that I should have anticipated but didn’t even consider through my Renaissance haze lol. People in the audience started approaching me with tears welling up in their eyes, asking if I was me, telling me I am their favorite, asking for photos... I don’t open up and share this perspective of my life often, but this does happen nearly everywhere — and it’s lovely, and it’s an honor, and I am always so humbled to be an artist who means so much to somebody else. But for this to happen to me while I was showing up for MY favorite artist? They wanna take a pic with ME at a BEYONCÉ concert? Jesus Christ. ❤️‍🩹🥰 It felt like I could see that little queer kid who couldn’t relate to anyone, so he related to his idols. I felt my superpowers. Your queerness is your superpower. Anyone who denies that does not understand, because they simply do not have superpowers. 😘🏳️‍🌈