QUINN ROSS: ‘There were times were I wanted to give up life, I wanted to curl up and die.’
One of the UK’s biggest RnB Divas has spoken out! We caught up with Quinn Ross, in the EMCEE studios where she revealed to us a little more than we expected.
Quinn Ross reveals to EMCEE her troubling childhood, and her struggles that lead her to making it to the top. Drugs, abuse, lies and deceit, Quinn Reveals how she got through life, and made it to the top as one of the UK’s biggest divas.
Quinn, lovely to have you in our studios, how does it feel to be number one ten weeks running?
I’m over the moon, I never thought in all my life I would get a number one, or even be able to sing in front of any crowd. I’m so blessed to be here, and accomplish what I have. I feel all the pain I’ve been through growing up has been worth it to be here today.
We hear you often in interviews say you have been through a lot growing up, but you never reveal what exactly you have been through; the nation is dying to hear your story.
I unintentionally say it, it’s just because I am full of relief and happiness it just comes out. But I want people to know now what has happened because I want anyone out there to feel that they can do it to if they just try and if their passionate about what they do, then they can pull through.
As a child Quinn witnessed more than the average five year old, she reveals to us the deceit, abuse and abandonment she faced.
I remember it so clearly; I had to grow up so fast as a child. My mum and dad were unmarried and had me unplanned, for this reason my mum blamed me for being the reason why their relationship fell apart. I often found myself having to take care of myself; cooking my own meals and cleaning the house because if I didn’t mites would often fester around and even then my mum still wouldn’t get up and clean it. My dad was hardly ever home, and when he was all he would do is should and throw things across the room. Both parents were severe drug addicts, I learned the effects of these at a very young age and have stayed clear from then ever since. They would often get aggressive and use me and a punching bag, or a pillow and throw me across the room. I had been admitted into hospital over 30 times for having severe bruising and stitches. Each time my mum claimed I was an adventurous child and hurt myself a lot. I didn’t dare speak up and tell them that I really needed help from these people, who claim they are my ‘parents’. Never once in my life have they told me they loved me, or been proud of me.
Quinn’s only passion was for music, every awaking moment she would pick up an object and bang on it to create a beat; she created around twenty songs at just the age of eleven.
I often went to the local charity shop just to have a look around at all the things people gave away that I would have killed to have. The lady in the store soon recognised me as a regular; I got talking to her, and eventually started going there every day. She was the only person I could really talk to out of school. The only adult that seemed to actually hear me. She was around 65 years old when I met her, short, grey hair and always wore a scarf. Her name was Vivienne. I wanted to run away and live with her; I wanted to tell her to take me away. I sang to her every day, she praised me and made me feel special made me feel like I was worth something. She always said to me ‘you’ll make it big one day kiddo.’
By the time I was twelve my dad has left, and my mum was on drugs every day, non-stop. She was trying to kill herself. She didn’t think of me. And one day, she succeeded. I can’t say I was particularly sad, but I wasn’t particularly happy, because now I had no one. The council forced me into stay with my dad. I never knew him very well, and nothing changed when I was forced in with him. I was sexually abused by him on regular basis. I lived in misery, shame and the only thing I looked forward to doing more than singing is dying. I still went to visit Vivienne, but soon she fell ill, I stood by her bedside every day and sang to her. My song ‘Angel’ is dedicated to her. A few weeks later, she died, leaving me with the last words ‘you can do it kiddo.’
From that moment on, I knew I had to make her proud. She left me the charity shop and some of the money she had left when she died and I got on a train and made my way to London. I busked for money, and managed to make enough to make enough money to get at least one meal a day.
At age fifteen, I was discovered by a man who worked for a record label, he happened to be walking past and he heard me around the corner, he thought it was the voice of a twenty-something year old woman, when he saw how small I was he was astonished. Not after long was I flown away to America, my dream came true, and the rest is history.
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