My mother asked you for your autograph the first time she heard you sing, when you were in 5th grade. Your brother (RIP, Tom) mixed martinis for us once, and we each took a puff off of one of your dad's cigars.
You could have been really easy to resent - good-looking, intelligent, disgustingly talented at every single thing you did. But you were also charming, delightful, and had a wicked sense of humor.
I'm glad to see that you are so successful today!
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