I turned up the volume on my stereo and started singing along with the woman on the radio.
"I'm comin' up, so you better get this party started," I belted out.
Just hearing the pop star Pink's voice left me feeling on top of the world.
It was a welcome relief from the worries of being a single mum to 18-month-old Aaron, with another bub on the way.
There were days when I wondered how I'd ever do it all, but one look at the feisty pink-haired singer I idolised was all it took to convince me I mustn't give up.
I even worked up the courage to dye my own hair bright pink and try out as many wacky styles as I could.
After giving birth to Chelsea I decided to go to an over-30s disco night.
I shaved one side of my head completely, and left the other half in a perm.
It was my way of telling everyone that just because I was single, it didn't mean I needed a man.
For hours, I bopped along to the music before catching sight of a suited man with a mullet.
He introduced himself as Wayne.
"Wanna dance?" he asked.
Butterflies rushed through my tummy as we boogied away.
Like me, Wayne was recently single and had a creative streak he channelled through his work as an air brush artist.
To my complete surprise, we fell in love, married one year later and had a son, Gage.
My life had changed completely, but one thing that stayed the same was my obsession with Pink.
"I just don't get it," Wayne told me.
"You will," I replied.
After dragging him along to one of her concerts, he was gobsmacked by her stage presence and vocals.
"Now I understand why you like her so much," he said.
After that, he sprayed my car with images of Pink.
Sometimes when I'm out, people's jaws drop open.
"I thought you were really her!" they cry.
I hope one day we'll get the chance to meet so I can thank her for rocking my world.
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