I met Pixie on her recent tour in Sydney. Her physical beauty is obvious from her pictures, but what is not so obvious is that her tight dancer’s body, those big brown eyes, and a smile that could remind even the lowliest, most cynical heart that happiness still exists and might still be the most important thing in the world… all that pales in comparison to her mind and soul. It would be trite to say, “she is the total package”… what I would say is Pixie is the kind of woman that gets songs and poems written about her. She is Lola, Lyla, Debora, Brandy, and the woman in the red dress, and trust me, when you meet Pixie, you will choose to take that blue pill and stay in the matrix with her.