This young girl’s name is Charice

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Last September 15, Tuesday at Madison Square Garden in New York City, USA, the young Filipina singing sensation, Charice’s dream to perform a duet with one of her international star, Celine Dion came true. Charice and Celine sang the hit song “Because You Loved Me” dedicated to Charice’s mom Raquel Pempengco. Celine introduced young diva by telling her life story first.

“This young girl’s name is Charice. I’m so excited. She’s 16 years old and she’s from the Philippines. Let me tell you she has a voice that can literally blow the roof off Madison Square. But the real story is, Charice and her mom escaped a terrifying experience and had to leave Charice’s violent father. You know, to start a life on their own, Charice vowed to save her mom from life’s desperation. Through prayers and dreams and God-given talent, an incredible voice, Charice entered and won every singing contest in her native country and eventually got noticed. By such a fortunate cha

After Celine’s introduction to Charice she then invited her to come up on stage and join her. Celine then greeted Charice and told how beautiful she was that night. Celine also asked the Charice how she feels to be with her on the same stage and Charice admitted that she’s nervous but Celine calmed her and said that she does not have to be. Then they begun to sing the lovely song “Because You Loved Me.”

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