It was simple back then really, I could have conquered it all. I was known as one of the best. Looking back at my career, it all comes back to me now. But before I get into all of that, I have to tell you my name. Goodness, where are mymanners.

Well, to begin I was born Eliza Clark and I was born in Atlanta, Georgia. I was the oldest of six children to hard working farmers, who made their meager living from whatever the farm brought in for them.

Oh, I want to gasp at the thought. How could a girl like me have been born to such a family? I really never connected to them. I know it sounds mean, but come on. I was not meant for the country life. As a little girl I had aspirations to be someone famous and make it in the big city.

This is when I got the notion to go and make it big in New York City. The city that never sleeps. This is why once I graduated from high school I took a bus to the city. My father, Henry, protested, but I was 18 now and there was nothing Pa and Ma could do. So, there I was in the big city. It was 1970 and I have to say at first I felt a bit lost. After all, the latest trends in NYC were quite different than those I’d known from Georgia.

As soon as I stepped out, I could see the beautiful women all walking about with their hair set up in some type of beehive shape and their mini-knit skirts or vintage dresses, followed by men in their own respective business, vintage suits. There were so many different hats and platform shoe styles. I was beginning to get quite anxious to see if I had made the wrong choice.

No! No! No! I began scolding myself. You have made it to the big city and there is no looking back.

The year was 1961 and I can still recall the cool, breezy air hitting me on that August evening.

I have to say, I never would have guessed that the weather could have been so nice during that season. It had been an easy choice to leave. After all, my Ma and Pa just never understood that I had bigger dreams than the both of them. I tired to get my youngest sister Agnes on board. All she ever did was shake her head at me while my two older brothers taunted me.

“Now Eliza, you are being silly!” they laughed.

“Get back to reality and work on your chores," chimed Agnes.

“Oh what do y’all know, I will show you."

“Sure you will, Eliza!”

I can still hear them laughing at me. But who is laughing now? I am. They are still working the farm while I am here in New York City: the city where all dreams come true.

When I think about how hard Mama worked to set up everything for Papa... Goodness, the woman had no life. Working and working. I mean, I do feel bad for her, but this is why I set my goals really high. You see, I never wanted the life she had.

Anyways, now to the good part: How I became Rosaline Starr. It happened almost overnight... Now to go back to the beginning.