Parker Alizabeth Davis walked down the hall of the two debroom apartment that she shared with her cousin Susan. Susan was the same age as Parker, 20, and worked as a nanny like Parker did. They both had the same long thick brown hair, the same round, deep, dark brown eyes and bronze complexion, and the same 5'3" slender frame. One thing that was different was that Parker had full dark red lips and Susan had this dark red lips. Another thing that was different about the two girls, was that Praker wanted to be a singer more than anything else in the world.

"Park, are you about ready? We don't want to be late," Susan called from the kitchen where she was loading the breakfast dishes into the dishwasher. "We are supposed to be at the studio in about 30 minutes.

The studio was about a 20 minute drive from the girl's apartment. They were going, so that Parker could begin recording her first independent album. Susan was going along to video tape the festivities. Parker had decided to video tape everything, so that she would be able to remember it all later, and so she could release a video once she was signed to a record deal.

"O.K., just let me check my makeup quickly and tehn we'll be off," Parker answered looking in the mirror of the bathroom and reapplying her lipstick.

The girls lived in a spacious two bedroom apartment in the heart of Tulsa, Oklahoma. It overlooked the courtyard of Oral Roberts University.

Parker walked over to the sliding glass door that lead to the porch to check the lock. "Someday, I'm going to play a concert at that place and it is going to be full of people," she said looking out the door onto the roof of the Mabee Center.

"Come on. Let's go. We're going to be late," Susan urged, pulling on her shirt.

Parker grabbed her favorite, light-weight dark green jacket and followed her cousin out the door.

The girls walked down one flight of stairs and out to the parking lot. Parker walked to the passenger side of her 1989 camel-colored Toyota Corolla and unlocked the door for Susan. "One of the first things I am going to do when I have money, is buy a new car," she thought. "I really get sick of not having power door locks and power windows." She walked around to the driver's side of the car just as Susan leaned over to unlock her door.

"O.K., I'm starting the checklist," Susan said looking at Parker. "Video Camera."

"Check."

"Keyboard and keyboard stand."

"Check, check."

"Music."

"Check."

"O.K., I think we've got everything, Park."

"Well, let's hit the road, jack," Parker said, excitedly and a little nervous as she turned the key in the ignition.

The car roared to life with one turn of the key and they were off. As they drove, Parker thought about the adventure that had lead up to this day.

She had met her new manager and producer/recording engineer 4 weeks ago at her church. She went to a fairly large church called New Covenant Life, located a couple of blocks down the street from her apartment.

Parker had been singing and playing the keyboard on teh worship team for about six years, but was itching to do more. The worship leader began a new program where people could sign up to sing a special song during the offering. Parker eagerly signed up to sing.

At first, she sang songs with pre-recorded background music, but soon after she got her new keyboard, she began to sing original music. It was during one of those Sunday morning performances that Pete Handel had heard her sing.

Pete and his wife had just started going to the church and had been told of Parker's talent. Pete had been told that she was an excellent pianist and that she had a beautiful voice. He had thought of asking her to come work at the studio he owned as a studio musician.

Pete Handel owned Studio One, a medium sized recording studio located in downtown Tulsa. This particular Sunday, as he listened to Parker Davis sing and watched her fingers dance over the keys of her keyboard, he knew that he wanted her to be more than just a studio musician. He wanted to produce and manage her as a solo artist. He really believed that Parker could go far with a singing career.

He had asked his friend Ryan, the worship leader, to introduce them and the rest, as they say, was history. Pete had talked Parker into coming and recording at his studio. He had so much faith in her, in fact, that he wasn't going to charge her anything. He was going to finance the whole project himself. He also was willing to come in on his days off, Saturday and Sunday, to work with her.

Parker was pulled out of her deep thought by Susan's chatter. "I'm sorry, Suzie, what were you saying?" Parker asked her excited cousin.

"I was just saying thank you for letting me come with you. This is so exciting!" she exclaimed.

"Well, no problem. Just remember that I am going there to work."

"I know. I can still be excited, though," Susan retorted, a little hurt by Parker's response.

"I'm sorry," Parker said, glancing quickly at her cousin. "I'm just nervous."

"That's O.K., I understand."

A couple of minutes later, Parker pulled the car into the parking lot of Studio One and parked teh car. "Well, here goes nothing," she thought as she popped the trunk and got out of the car to go into the studio.