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A freak industrial accident puts his life on a path that he never would
have expected, much less dreamed of in his wildest fantasies.
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I was fresh out of high school and was working construction to earn
money for college. I really did want to go to college and get into
business, but my less than stellar academic scores in high school
prevented me from getting any decent scholarship money. Mom and dad
were sympathetic, but unfortunately were struggling due to the poor
economy, and it was all they could do to support themselves and my two
younger siblings (a brother and a sister). They said they would help
when and where they could, but I would have to bear the brunt of the
financial burden for going to college.
I lived in the Seattle area, which is good for the construction
industry. We usually don't have really harsh winters and that allows us
to stay working year round; unlike those out in the Midwest who have to
stop for four months out of the year to wait for the snow to clear.
It was just another rainy blustery Seattle day when my brief career in
construction came to a sudden end. We were framing a house, most of us
using nail guns. Nail guns were a construction workers friend. Using
them, we could frame a house in a fraction of the time of using the old
hammer and nail, and with much less manpower to boot. Used correctly,
they were safe to use. If you ever held up a nail gun and just pulled
the trigger, you would see it would not fire. Safeties are built into
them to prevent them from firing unless pressed up against an object.
And even then, we still treat them as guns and never stand down wind of
one, just in case. So in a perfect world my accident should never have
happened.
I remember very little, it happened so fast; but from my understanding
it went down something like this...
Mark was framing a door jam. I was a good ten feet to his left and well
out of his way, or so I thought. Nail guns are operated pneumatically,
and therefore need an air hose connected to them. What Mark did not
know is that his air hose had gotten wedged in a corner. Not enough to
cut off the air flow, but enough to remove any excess slack. So as Mark
was nailing, he finally got to a point where he was just about to press
down to drive another nail when he ran out of slack causing the nail gun
to twist in his hand. His downward motion still contacted the wood
enough to allow the gun to fire, but because the gun twisted, the nail
no longer sunk into the wood, but only glanced off of it, and found open
air. Its new trajectory had it flying just above the ground, and about
ten feet to his left...
I was on my hands and knees doing some clean-up work. I heard a sound
that just wasn't right. I looked up and was instantly knocked back. I
took a framing nail dead center to my throat. I have been told if I
hadn't looked up, my hard had would likely have deflected the nail. A
half inch to the left or right, and the nail would have hit a carotid
artery, and I would likely have bled out before paramedics arrived.
Either way, I was knocked unconscious by the shot, and don't remember
anything else until I awoke in the hospital.
When I did wake up, the first thing they told me was not to try to
speak. First off it would be painful, but some delicate work had been
done to my throat, and the vibrations from speaking could have a
negative impact on the repair work. No speaking for at least a week.
I was told that the nail had damaged my voice box, but luckily did not
destroy it. They had to remove some unsalvageable tissue, and
reconstruct some more. They said the prognosis was good that I would
likely be able to speak normally again, but... (There always has to be a
'but' doesn't there?)
They said the repair work necessary had required my vocal chords to be
shortened and tightened up. I was told I could expect my voice to go up
in pitch just a bit. How much, only time would tell. I was permitted
to go home two days later with my jaw wired shut preventing me from
trying to speak until I saw the doctor again. Until then, it was bed
rest and a liquid diet.
I'm normally a pretty active guy, but did as I was told. Workman's comp
insurance paid for most of the doctor bills, but if I did something that
would cause more corrective surgery it would come out of my pocket,
which neither I nor my parents had the money for. I watched TV, surfed
the net, collected unemployment insurance, and went pretty much stir
crazy for about a week and a half.
Finally the doctor was willing to have the wires removed from my jaw.
Sitting in his office, he offered me some water saying my throat would
likely be a bit dry. After taking a few sips, he told me to try to say
something. In a hoarse but squeaky voice I asked him, "What do you want
me to say?'
He smiled and said that it was good that I was able to develop sound.
He said that my vocal chords were weak from non-use, and that is why I
was hoarse and squeaky. He told me he would send me home and not rewire
my mouth shut, but to take it easy on the voice. "Keep it to short
words and sentences" he said.
"How long?" I squeaked.
He said that is the nice part of it. My body would tell me. If I over
did it, it would hurt. Sometimes pain is a good thing. He also said he
understood my financial situation. He said in most cases, a voice coach
is recommended to help retrain the voice, but it may not be covered by
insurance. Once my voice was strong enough to talk normally, it might
help if I joined a church choir or a singing group. Either way would be
an excellent avenue for strengthening my vocal chords.
Within a few days the hoarseness did in fact go away, but the squeak did
not. My voice sounded like a squeaky teenage girl. Contacting the
doctor on the phone, he told me my voice was just finding its place and
to wait it out.
Taking the doctor's advice in another way, I talked to our church choir
director and asked if I could join. He was concerned about my very
squeaky voice, but said with a little training it should even itself
out.
In the meantime, my unemployment was running out, and I had to go out
and start looking for a job. It is amazing how many jobs out there
require you to speak. My parents refused to let me go back into the
construction industry, so I ended up working at Sizzler as a cook.
Choir practice was three times a week and my voice started to level out.
Unfortunately it leveled out in a very awkward place. I was soon
sounding like a teenage girl. But it was also developing into a smooth,
pure voice. The choir leader had me singing on the women's side of the
choir. At first way in the back so my squeaky voice wouldn't detract
from the rest of the choir, but as my voice developed and got stronger,
he moved me closer and closer to the front of the choir. After only two
months he had me on the front row with his best soloists.
Again we contacted the doctor and asked about where my voice was going.
He said he understood our concern, but there was little he could do.
They repaired my voice with what was left after the accident, and
unfortunately this is the result. Short of some major elective surgery,
expensive elective surgery, this was something I would just have to come
to terms with.
And so, knowing my voice was what it was, and there was little I could
do to change things, all I could do was to make the best of it and move
on with life. I continued with the choir. As my voice developed and
grew stronger, the rest of the choir started to embrace me as one of
their own, instead of just a visitor. The choir leader wanted to
showcase my voice, but held back because it would awkward to have a guy
up front singing with the voice of Mariah Carrey. Okay, I wasn't that
good, but you get the picture.
I found my voice was giving me problems too. Sizzler was a decent job,
but it just didn't pay really well. Unfortunately as I was looking for
a job, I kept stumbling over my voice. Nobody wanted a guy with a
woman's voice; or at least no place that paid better than sizzler. I
was at an impasse, and hoped something would eventually pop.
The choir leader finally got his wish to allow me to solo though... In a
way. In September, the church decided to put together a CD of Christmas
songs to be given out as gifts during the Christmas season. The CD
would be twelve songs total, and I would solo two of them, and sing lead
on two others. I have to say I was thrilled. With all that had gone on
in my life the last year, life had become difficult. The one thing I
found that really lifted my spirits was my singing. I was really
starting to enjoy it a whole lot. And to be allowed to sing lead on
four songs on the Christmas CD was a huge compliment in my book.
There was one girl in the choir that I was beginning to really like, and
in the second week of November I finally got up the courage to ask her
out. Her name was Christi, and she said yes. In the coming weeks we
started seeing more of each other both in and out of choir practice.
One month later the CD was a big hit for Christmas. But then again,
anything free usually is. The church said they would take contributions
to defray the cost of the CD, and they were not disappointed by the
response.
After the holidays, life settled back down to a routine; still making no
headway on the job front, so I remained a cook at Sizzler. I was slowly
saving money for college, but at this pace it would be a few years
before I had any chance at affording college. Christi and I were
officially dating by this point, and we were still in the church choir.
Although, I have to admit, I always felt I sang just a bit better with
Christi standing right beside me.
On the first day of February we were practicing with the choir as usual
when a man walked into the church. He asked the choir director if it
would be possible to meet the young lady on the CD he was holding. The
director asked him to be more specific since there were several singers
on that particular CD. The gentleman indicated four songs on the CD.
The choir director then motioned for me to step down and join them. The
gentleman asked if this was some kind of joke, but was assured it was
not. I was then asked to sing one of the solos I had for the Christmas
CD and this guy's jaw hit the floor.
Once he was convinced it was my voice he was looking for he said he was
at a bit of a loss. He said he had connections with a major pop music
recording label, and through some means or another had gotten their
hands on our Christmas CD. To say they were blown away by the voice on
this cd was an understatement, and he had come down here to see if he
could get 'her' to go with him to L.A. and cut some demo tracks.
But as I had found out in the job market, the voice had to match the
face. He said he loved the voice but he wasn't sure they would sell any
CD's if my face was on the album cover, much less fill up seats for a
concert.
I laughed and said that it worked for Michael Jackson.
He laughed in response, but said he wasn't sure his label wanted to take
such a risk. He would have to go back to L.A. and have the execs
reevaluate their options. He asked for my phone number, then thanked us
for our time and turned and left the church. I was certain that just
like many other prospective employers in recent months, I would never
hear back from him.
I was wrong.
Two weeks later he called back. He said that the studio executives
still wanted me to come in and do a demo album for them. He said they
wanted to get me on a flight to L.A. as soon as I could fit it into my
schedule. I told them my schedule was surprisingly open at the moment,
and I could be in L.A. in a day or two. I asked him if they could
reserve two seats though so I could bring Christi with. I always sing
better when she is beside me, and would reimburse them for her ticket.
They said they would happily pay for Christi to join me, and they looked
forward to seeing both of us in a few days.
Two days later Christi and I found ourselves in L.A. standing in a huge
lobby with pictures of famous song artists and gold and platinum albums
lining the walls. We walked up to the front desk and I told the
receptionist my name and that I had an appointment. She confirmed that
I did, and had me escorted upstairs to the office of David Weimer, who
just happened to be the gentleman who had visited us about a week
earlier.
He said he had a recording studio reserved for us for the next two days.
He then showed me a list of some well-known songs as well as two I had
never heard of before. He asked me if I would be comfortable singing a
few of these songs. Looking over the list I found several songs I was
familiar with and that with a little practice should be able to sing.
He asked if I could get five done in the next two days. I told him I
would do my best.
He then turned my attention to the two unknown songs. He said that they
were songs never before released, and to make sure these were two of the
songs I recorded. He said they were important because the Execs wanted
to evaluate my voice on its own merit, and not be compared to another
artist, or previously released song. I told him I would make sure these
two songs were on the demo.
He showed us to a studio, and introduced us to a gentleman who would
help me put together my demo tracks. He said he had worked with many
famous artists, and would be more than happy to help me out. I had
never been in a real studio before so he showed me around a bit and made
me feel comfortable.
He said the first thing he wanted to do was a sound check. He told me
to sing anything I wanted so he could get everything tuned in to my
voice. As he sat behind his console, and Christi beside me for support,
I stepped up to the microphone and belted out the first song that I
could think of... The Star Spangled Banner.
He said for a first song he was quite impressed. He said he never
expected such a beautiful voice come from behind a face like mine; No
offense intended. I told him I heard that a lot and that I was not
offended. He then said that was a better rendition than he thought he
had ever heard at any sporting event. Again I thanked him for the
compliment.
We then got down to business. Between him, me, and Christi, we came up
with three songs that I was confident I could sing well, and that he
felt would best show off my abilities; plus the two that David wanted us
to record, for a total of five songs. With his help and a lot of
editing and retakes, we had a demo CD put together in our two day limit
that we were happy with.
Back in David's office, he sat there holding the CD in his hand and said
that the decision makers would be very interested in what we put on
this. He then laid the CD on his desk, and handed me a short stack of
papers. He said it was not a recording contract, but only a release for
the CD; turning over all rights to the CD and the songs on it to his
recording label. He said that it was the only way the Execs would allow
the CD to be even listened to. If I was not willing to sign the forms,
he said there would be no hard feelings, and that he would return the CD
to us, and wish us a safe trip home.
I turned to Christi, and she just ever so lightly nodded. I signed the
forms. Putting the CD in his top right drawer David turned to Christi
and me and said it may take a while to come to a determination of
whether they would go forward with me.
The next morning we were on a plane headed back home.
I was more excited this time than the first time I had met him and I
waited anxiously for a call. In the meantime, it was back to life; with
one notable exception. I asked Christi to marry me. I told her that
regardless what the future held I wanted to marry her. Happily she said
yes.
Two months later I still had not received a call from the record label.
I was beginning to feel that they had decided the risk was just way too
much. But I put my concerns on the back burner for the time being, I
was to be married in a little over a month.
And then came one of the biggest shocks of my life. Maybe not as big of
a shock as being hit in the throat with a nail, but quite a shock none
the less.
I was working the afternoon shift at sizzler when Shelby came up to me.
She was one of the waitresses there at sizzler, but was also on the
choir with Christi and me. She asked me if that was me. Confused, I
asked her what she was talking about. She went over to a radio sitting
on a shelf and turned it up. I rarely heard it over the sounds of the
steaks grilling. But as she turned up the radio, I heard the final
verses of a familiar song called, 'In Loves Embrace'. It was a song
that nobody had ever heard before; a song that I had recorded in a
record studio a little over two months earlier. I was in such a state
of shock that I dropped somebody's steak-medium-rare on the ground.
When the song was finished the DJ came on and said that the song had
only recently been released but has already gained a strong following.
The record company would not release the name and details of the singer
and when pressed, they said it would have to remain a mystery for the
time being.
I contacted Mr. Weimer at the record label to ask what exactly was going
on. He told me the execs still hadn't come to a final decision. I
asked him what's with my song being on the radio then. He said they
were testing the waters, and that a good or bad public response may be
what sways the decision making process one way or another. I asked
since my song was on the radio, would I be seeing some profit from it?
He said unfortunately no because I signed away rights to it. But if the
execs did decide to sign me to a contract, I could expect a nice payday
in coming months. He then reiterated that he would be in touch, said he
had to be in a meeting, and ended the call.
I talked to Christi about the phone call, and she said not to worry
about it. "What goes around comes around. When they finally pull their
heads out of the sand long enough to call you and offer you a deal, you
just tell them you want to think about it, and hang up on them."
Christi was the rock I had learned to lean on. I especially like the
fact that she said 'WHEN' and not 'IF'. She could also be sly and
devious. I was glad she was on my side.
We watched my song rise steadily on the charts. Originally it was being
called the song by a Mystery Singer, but eventually they were calling it
the song by the singer 'MYSTERY'.
The third week of June turned out to be a milestone on many fronts. I
started the week by marrying the woman I had come to love and trust. At
the reception we danced our first dance to 'In Loves Embrace' which had
become our song for several reasons I am sure you can figure out on your
own.
That was also the week that 'In Loves Embrace' hit number 1 on the pop
charts. And lastly, I got a phone call. As Christi had said, they
finally were offering me a deal. And following her advice I thanked
them and told them I would have to consider their offer, and I
terminated the call. Two days later they called back. Christi took the
call and told them she was now acting as my agent, and all discussions
would be going through her.
She then proceeded to lay her cards on the table. She said that once we
started receiving royalties for the song that was currently on the
radio, we would be happy to come to L.A. and negotiate a deal for more
songs. "You make money, we make money. That's the way it works." She
was always polite with them, but let them know she would not allow me or
us to be used as pawns and walked all over. She ended the call by
saying that we look forward to working with them very soon, and once
again terminated the call.
I felt she was pushing things a little too far and messing with a good
thing. She said that I had a beautiful voice, I knew it, she knew it,
and the public knew it which would make the execs want me even more.
She said, "Trust me, they will come around."
Four days later I got a check in the mail for 137,000 dollars. I was so
glad I married that woman. That evening Christi called David and told
him we would see him in L.A. the following Monday.
By the time we got to L.A., Christi had developed a nice little plan;
not demands, just a plan she hoped the studio execs would go along with.
When we got to David's office, she was ready to lay all her cards on the
table. David spoke first and said that his superiors had decided that
my voice was making them money, and had the potential to make them a lot
more; therefore, David was ordered to find a work-around.
Christi told him that she thought she had just the work-around he was
looking for. She said that I should cut a complete album as soon as
possible, but not go on tour. The public heard a girl's voice, and
would get a girl - kind of. Christi and I had agreed that I would start
taking hormones (at the studio's expense of course), and wait about a
year for them to start taking effect. In the meantime, the studio could
release a new song every few months to keep the public's interest up,
but keep telling them the singer would remain a mystery. Finally, when
everyone agreed I could pass as a girl, I would finally go on tour.
David just loved the idea. He said he was working on a similar idea,
but decided that Christi's plan was much better. After hammering out
some of the finer points of the deal, he finally had a contract worked
up and was ready for a signature. In the days it took to fine tune the
contract, Christi and I had gone out and found ourselves a good lawyer.
After he reviewed the contract, he determined that it was in our best
interest, and we would be making a lot of money in the very near future.
We stayed in L.A. for the next month to start putting together an album.
Actually, the first thing I did was to get started on female hormones.
It would take a long time for any changes to show, so we had to start
immediately.
We got started on the album as soon as we could. The studio had a large
selection of songs to choose from for our first album. They had several
that they said they wanted on the album, but as per the contract Christi
had a hand in putting together, she retained a lot of creative control.
Within about two weeks she had decided on fourteen songs that she though
would work well. Luckily, several of them were the ones the studio had
wanted as well.
I found myself laughing. I was standing in the background for the most
part while Christi was doing all the work. I almost felt as if I wasn't
needed at all. Then I remembered, oh yea, I needed to sing the songs!
Finally we got to the studio and started putting together our first
album. Christi had picked out fourteen songs, but we would only be
putting ten on the album. Having a few extra allowed us a little play
to see which ones sounded the best, and put together a really good first
album. After three weeks in the studio, we were finally done, and
Christi and I packed up our things and headed back up to Seattle.
I quit Sizzler, but stayed in the choir to keep my voice in shape. Over
the next several months Christi and I were to just sit back and let the
hormones happen. In the meantime I started to learn the fine points of
presenting myself as a girl. Makeup, clothes, shoes, hair, habits - the
whole gambit. Christi was determined that when the world saw me, nobody
would question whether or not I was a girl.
We visited Las Angeles about once a month to check in with the studio,
show that their investment was in fact making progress. And some days
David would fly out to Seattle as well.
Everyone agreed that I was progressing faster than expected, and at the
rate I was going, I might be able to make a new years appearance.
The studio was releasing my songs at a steady pace as well. As one song
was coming down the charts, they would release a new one to start
climbing. As you know, 'In Loves Embrace' hit number one on the charts,
and stayed there for four weeks. My second song, 'Of Guns and Music'
also hit number one, but only stayed there for two weeks. My third
song, 'Walking the Bridge' debuted at number one and just stayed there.
"Mystery" was gaining quite a following. The paparazzi were going nuts
and harassing the studio, but they were not budging. We were told there
was a million dollar bounty for the first photographer to produce a
verifiable photo of "Mystery". We were afraid that somebody in the
church might talk, but nobody did; they were a really good group of
people. Around town I maintained as low of a profile as I could so
nobody would realize it was me as well. Although we lived in a tight-
knit community, and those who knew the truth were keeping it hush-hush,
we knew it was only a matter of time before something leaked out.
Finally in November it was decided that we would try a real-world test.
Christi, her brother, and I would go on vacation to Disneyland in
Florida. Four days and I was to be en-femme the whole time. The studio
also sent people to mingle with the crowd to watch their reactions and
my mannerisms. I pretended Danny (Christi's brother) was my date, and
really acted the girl part.
We went on all the rides, chatted with people in line, I even used the
girl's restroom when I had to go. I interacted with the public in every
way I could while trying not to give away my voice. Without giving away
who I was, I had to be a convincing girl in every way.
A week after we got back to Seattle we got word back from the studio
that everything was a go, and they had even booked my first gig. I had
to laugh when they told me what it was.
The very first song I had sung for the studio was 'The Star Spangled
Banner'. As it turned out, that would be the first song I would sing in
front of a live audience... At the Super-Bowl!!!
Well, from there, my career just took off. I was a big hit at the
superbowl and it was announced in a commercial during the game that
"Mystery" would be going on tour beginning in June. Once the cities
were announced, the tickets sold out in record time.
Just the other day during rehearsals I just stood there on stage looking
out over an empty stadium and wondering how much my life had changed in
just over a year; from devastating injury to a near overnight singing
sensation.
Standing there in a blouse and jeans, I looked, sounded, acted, and was
treated like any other girl, even though underneath, I was still a man
where it counted. Although, with all the hormones and physical changes
and training, I would actually be hard pressed to pass as a guy these
days.
I am married to the most wonderful woman who loves, understands, and
supports me in every way. Our marriage remains a secret for a couple
reasons. First off, a single star is more popular than a married one,
and second, even though there have been great strides in gender
acceptance, if people thought I was a woman married to another woman,
ticket sales would definitely take a hit. We are able to stay close
because everyone believes she is just my business manager. Nobody needs
to know more.
Will I ever take the final step and become a 'complete' female? I doubt
it.
Just like the name that the whole world now knows me as, most of the
truth about my life will just have to remain... a "MYSTERY".
Josephina
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