By: Lucy Sante

I still can’t stop looking at pictures of her.

By: Krista Margies Kunkle

He set the bar for what we were to demand of a partner.

By: Fran Pado

Though he was 14, he looked about 10.

By: Amy Keyishian

He was frozen in time, and melted our teenage hearts.

By: Erin M. Routson

The maestro of unhinged weirdos.

By: Carolyn Campbell

The ultimate in boyish charm.

By: Ingrid Schorr

Your magnificent bitchface, your vaudeville enthusiasm…

By: Michele Carlo

That voice, those dance moves, that smile…

By: Gabriela Pedranti

That voice and those eyes… and the attitude.

By: Mimi Lipson

The scenes I’d blown through were country scenes…

By: Mariane Cara

Our Fab5 consisted of Michelle, Laura, Karina, Marcia, and me.

By: Heather Quinlan

He seemed to live in multiple dimensions.

By: Paul Finnegan

Kim instantly became America.

By: Miranda Mellis

To play loudly, virtuosically, and to the exclusion of all else…

By: Carlo Rotella

A luminous being imprisoned in a multi-layer Russian-doll hell.