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Today has been very interesting. It’s the day after the Jonathan Shalit interview. I've been busy but I've been quite chilled out.
My next meeting is with Sir Tim Rice and this is a big one for me and my musical. I can't wait. I'm going to get a new outfit for it. Good news: I got my job. My first night is Saturday and I’m really looking forward to it. Today I’m going to tell you a bit about my family. Since my dad died, it’s changed quite a lot. Before my dad died there was my brother, who's now 18, my mother, who's now 40 and my dad, who was 35 when he died. It was us four and we lived in Harleston near Diss in a three-bedroomed house, and we were really happy. Then my dad died in a car crash. I was nine years old - mature for my age. Losing someone that close, it’s the hardest thing ever. I can remember it like it was yesterday. He'd gone out one night because he'd been going through a lot of trouble. A doctor had given him a pill to help him calm down. Then halfway through the night my dad went out in the car. The next thing I know, the police are knocking on the door and I was whisked over to my neighbour’s house. My dad was in hospital with two broken legs, two broken arms and on a life support machine. It was hard to look at: tubes coming out of him, nurses and doctors. I remember sitting there with him. I always recognised him by his warm hands. That night, I can remember holding those hands - those warm hands. I’ll never forget that moment. The next time I held them they were cold. The next day my mum came home from the hospital and I knew what had happened. On 7 November 1997 my dad died. They’d switched off his life support machine. If he had pulled though, he would have been so brain damaged that he wouldn't have recognised any of his family and I think that would have been even worse to cope with. It was a hard time for the family and songwriting and singing was an ultimate way out of it. Then my mum met my stepdad and I really took a liking to him. He was great. He had two daughters and we all got really close and ending up living in Watton. I love my family to pieces. I wouldn’t be where I am today if it wasn’t for my family’s support. They’re the people that I thank most in my whole life. Read Jade's latest entry» | 
The next day my mum came home from the hospital and I knew what had happened. On 7 November 1997 my dad died.
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