Dear Michale Graves,

I write not for myself, but for a very dear friend of mine. This is not meant to be a sob story, but I would be honored if you would only hear me out.

A while back, I met a girl named Farrah Sultan. She is one of the most spectacular human beings I have ever encountered, and it has been a pleasure to know her. She is an astounding listener, and she has an amazing memory. She is always courteous, always sweet. She is brillant, and always knows just what to say to make my day just a little brighter. I firmly believe that she is one of the reasons I am still on this planet today. But moving on. . .

She does not have the most pleasant of home lives. Like every teenager, she goes to school every day, deals with the normal high school drama, and comes home. But she comes home to a mother who has her babysit her children with no thanks at all, no matter what else Farrah might want to do. She is not allowed to take naps, regardless of how exhausted she might be, because her mother insists that if anyone should be taking naps, it is herself. She consistently makes dinner for her family and causes as little trouble as possible. And she rarely ever complains. And yet, she is called names and cursed out. She is called ungrateful, lazy, stupid, and many other names that a mother should never call her daughter. And rarely does she rant about it. And even more rarely does she confront her mother about it. And when she rightfully does, the outcome isn’t good.

Her parents are divorced, but she cannot go to live with her father. She was taken away from him at a young age, but her mother never told her where they were going, insisting that they were visiting family and ignoring her queries of when they would go home. And when she does talk to him, when she does visit him, she is bombarded with the truth that he is only using her to get back at her mother, trying to bribe her to come and stay with him instead. But rarely does she complain.

For ages, she has had her heart set on seeing you. She has only the utmost respect for you, and your Halloween/Homecoming tour was the one bright spot on her horizon. She had everything all planned out. But tonight, the night she was to see you, everything fell to pieces. Her original ride abandoned her, and she exhausted every resource she had in order to get there, in vain. Even her mother. Her mother, however, insisted that she had to go shopping for baby clothes immediately and could not wait for a half hour to take Farrah to the concert. She was not allowed to take a bus, and it was much too far to walk. When I talked to her, she was so distraught that it broke my heart. I would have done anything in my power to get her there tonight, but being hundreds of miles away, there was nothing I could do.

I will not ask for much. I know you are busy. I know that you have thousands upon thousands of adoring fans who are always trying to contact you. But if you can find the time, the desire, to send her a note in the mail, a message on MySpace, then I assure you it would mean the world to her.