Dear Adele,
No, not me.
The singer songwriter now 21 or recently turned 22 or whatever. (That’s why you named your album that right?)
First of all, congratulations on your Grammy and all. I know “Chasing Pavements” was running through my head all last year. And I’ve got to tell you, your newly found fame has definitely helped me when people see my name (…or yours), on paper. Our name isn’t common as you know, and it has caused me quite a few problems.
Before my youth soccer games, the refs would have to check us in by reading our names off a quickly scribbled roster. And when my name came up I heard all sorts of things such as: A-DEL-LAY, A-DEEL, AI-DLE…totally botched, and unforgivable even considering my coach’s shaky handwriting…But then you came around, singing that “Hometown Glory”-ous song that made my name make sense to everyone. Gone are the days of nervous nurses at the dentist call window stumbling over my name like a road bump. Instead, I’m summoned by a beaming assistant who surely has your voice in mind, sounding my name like the most familiar note ever sung. Done are the days of carelessly written name tags saying
like a 3 year old trying to make sense of letters. Now the welcoming committee no longer needs to ask about spelling. In fact, it becomes more like a rhetorical question: “Oh, like the singer right?”
So I thank you…
But I’m not finished. I got some other issues:
my homie. she sure can write. i love it girly. hey, if you’re a writer you can use first and last name and make a name for yourself. also, im sorry, but those goalie chants, wow. ever clever.
