Absolutely heartbroken that Chris Trousdale of Dream Street has died of COVID-19.
He was the sweetest, most hope-filled boy and man I've ever met; he was horribly exploited in his short life and never seemed to see it; and he always deserved better than to be left behind by everyone who had invested in and profited from his talented, charismatic youth just because he kept growing up.
Every time I ever spoke to him, he suffused the day with light. (You might say that it happened every time we met.) His greatest gift was his faith in people, and no boybander's life of being eaten up and spit out was less fair.
I hope that he finally finds his own peace now that he is on dream street.









