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All that CD review stuff under my site at www.cdbaby.com/cd/morganarons/ is kind of embarrassing, but I’m told it’s got to be there to make people want to purchase your CD.  My manager calls it “promotion”.   My older sister calls it “hype”.   My mom calls it “necessary.”  And the kids at school call it --  well,  since my mom’s standing over my shoulder  I’ll just skip that for now….and…of course I just got the lecture for the millionth time about  learning to ignore what kids say….that “everyone who takes a risk puts themselves out there”, blah blah.  I know, Mom, I know.

….Speaking of purchasing my CD, a BIG BIG BIG thank you!

Not only have you helped me pay back my mom for agreeing to loan me the money to produce it, save for college, and to make the next CD, you’ve helped save the life of a kitten, cat, puppy or dog.

See, I volunteer at a no-kill animal shelter where my job is to “socialize” the cats and kittens.  That means I get to play with them, which makes them friendly so they’ll go up to people, which makes people want to adopt them.  Also, they then get taken on “field trips” to visit with and cheer up old or sick people.

And since it felt so good to take one-third of my winnings from the WNBA’s talent contest I won in June this year and give it a local shelter. I’ve decided to donate a portion of every CD sold to them!  They’re trying to build another building so they don’t have to turn away any animals.   It would be really cool if you could help me do this!  You know, I bet I could get the shelter to name the stray animals after everybody who helps me donate!

I already named one “Jay”, after Jay Siegel.  He got adopted because he was so nice.  Just like Jay Siegel.  Can you believe a famous person like that doing what he and The Tokens did for me?  He gave me instant credibility by believing in me and my voice and being the back-up vocals on “The Lion Sleeps Tonight”.  His web site is www.jaysiegelandthetokens.com 

Back to saving animals.   Also check out www.savethemanatee.org   I saw one in Florida with babies one time that had been hurt by a propeller of a boat.  And another time I saw one out in the ocean that people were trying to rescue, but it wasn’t moving.   This organization lets you “adopt” one for yourself. 

And since Koalas are my favorite animals and they just might become extinct one day if we don’t do something to help them, check out www.savethekoala.com.  (When you visit their site, under “All About Koalas”, click the Koala picture so you can listen to the sound they make.  I would never have imagined they make that kind of a sound; I think it sounds like a lion cub trying to spit up a fur ball.)

The reason I picked Henry to be the photographer for the pictures for my CD is because he’s an animal lover too.  His thing is saving wolves.   Check out his site:  www.nywolf.org

By the way, to those who think I look older in the pictures in my CD, it’s because Henry told Martha, the makeup artist, that I had to look older so as “not to outgrow” my CD before it was finished.   You should have seen the look on my mom’s face as she watched --  she said it was like watching a reality show of seeing someone age right before their eyes.  Then she wanted to know if Martha could make HER look 10 years younger. (Martha said yes.)

Anyway, if you decide you don’t like the CD , my mom says if you return it she’ll give it to our local domestic violence shelter for the little kids who come in there with their moms.   Or I guess you could donate it to one around you; I’m sure there are lots.

Also she said to tell you you  “might consider keeping it because one day you’ll be able to sell it on E-bay for many times over what you paid for it.”  I think she was kidding….but if you know my mom, probably not…meaning she’s probably not kidding. 

I love my mom.    She’s my biggest fan…AND my biggest critic.  Like all moms are.

Speaking of fans and critics.  A lot of people have e mailed me and asked me how I happened to do a CD, and commercials, voice-overs, plays and stuff.  

Actually, I didn’t start out to do that.

Because we have professional and Olympic ice skaters in our family, my sister and I, when we were little, thought it would be neat to be ice skaters.    We started out at the local ice skating rink taking group lessons.  We were pretty good and liked it so my mom got us a coach.  Then another.  And another.  And another. 

There were many because we kept “going through them like water” she said, “sabotaging” everything.

Like, as soon as the lesson was over, instead of practicing, we headed straight for the snack bar.    Or, if we stayed on the ice to practice, my sister would stick her skate out to trip me as I went by.   One coach who fired us said teaching us was like “watching constant reruns of Nancy Kerrigan and Tanya Harding.”   I had no idea who or what he was talking about.

And my sister would play mean jokes on me. 

She told me one day to go tell this one coach “I understand you’re gay!”   I shrugged, didn’t gay mean happy?  So I skated up to him and said exactly that.   I couldn’t understand why he started yelling at me!   I looked over at my sister and she was laughing so hard.  Later my mom explained that gay has another meaning too.   Which reminds me; lots of people want to know my favorite TV show.   It’s “Will and Grace”.  I LOVE Jack!

  “JUST JACK!”  he says.

One day I would really like to meet him.

Then one time when my cousin married a famous ice skater from Canada, we were the flower girls.  (I would tell you who but my mom says that’s name dropping.)   My sister told me to go up to this one bridesmaid named N_ _ _ _ K _ _ _ _ _ _ _ and ask her how her knees were.   My mom overheard this and stopped me. 

Anyway, this business is a lot of work – done mostly by my mom.   She says,  “Morgan, all I ask you to do is practice, remember to drop your jaw, breath, sing from your stomach, and leave the rest to me.”

She sounds like that greyhound commercial. 

If you want to do this bad enough you can, but be prepared for lots of disappointments.

Like recently an all-girl band in L.A. that supposedly just landed  a major recording deal wanted me to audition.  I was all excited because I could go to L.A. and see my new friend Franny, who I met in Mexico.  Then my manager called and said “never mind,  Morgan’s “too Disney and bubble-gummy”.  They wanted someone “more like Beyonce’”.   

I don’t know, I like gummy bears and bubble gum,  so what’s wrong with being bubble-gummy?  Works for Hillary Duff and Reese Witherspoon.  My mom didn’t know who Beyonce’ was – poor mom; she doesn’t even listen to the radio.  I wouldn’t want to quit school anyway.   I was just sorry I couldn’t go see Franny.

If you want to email me click www.cdbaby.com/cd/morganarons/ 

…although I can’t guarantee I can write back if it’s not nice – my mom screens my e mail…Love, Morgan

P.S.  CD Baby is a great company.   Not only do they answer my mom back personally when she emails them with a question – unlike that other big amazon company who basically ignored her -- and my mom HATES being ignored – she tells my sister that if her friends treat her like a “stick of furniture” they can’t come over anymore –

anyway, where was I?

Oh yeah.  They send these cute emails to people.  Like if you buy a CD they say:

“Your CD has been gently taken from our CD Baby shelves with sterilized contamination-free gloves and placed on a satin pillow.”

“A team of 50 employees inspected your CD and polished it…our packing specialist from Japan lit a candle and a hush fell over the crowd as he put your CD into the finest gold-lined box that money can buy…”

“We all had a wonderful celebration afterwards and the whole party marched down the street to the post office where the entire town of Portland waved ‘BON VOYAGE!’ to your package, on its way to you in our private CD Baby jet…”

“…your picture is on our wall as ‘Customer of the Year’.”

And to me they write: 

“Look who just bought “MORGAN” today!”

Which makes my mom happy because she says, “Now you know who to send the thank-you notes to!”

Just like a mom, right?