It was an early sunny LA morning in my apartment on Rosewood and Gardner. I loved living in this neighborhood that was a stones throw away from CBS studios and the farmers market on Fairfax. I was living with my then fiancé and had just returned home from Chicago after playing a show with Eden’s Crush. I was warm in my bed, safe, and sound. On the other side of the country in New York City, this wasn’t the case. It was September 11, 2001.