That singer was my ER, the place I went to for healing, the place I could be sure that what most call sin isn't... isn't a sin at all.
The singer took the sting from emotions that needed feeling, that needed coddling as a teddy bear and soothed until they vanished as the ghosts they always were.
When I was cut open, that singer showed me needle and thread, she showed me how to close up what had been open for too long.
The singer had a way of scorching the real sin, of singeing what was wrong with this world, and showing me that I was alright, that I was born to love and be loved.
She was the kind of singer that sewed up our souls. Giving her the JUNO was an important part of us giving back to her, of thanking her for helping us after she'd had to seal up her own wounds.