"Raucous, my father would say," she chuckles. "I had a horrible singing voice and yet sung every song he taught me atop of my lungs. I'd scuffle with other kids because of it." Not always a winner, but always ending up pulling a few feathers out. Xayah smiles, "Father would always give me a lecture after those. For better or for worse, that fighting spirit part of me never changed."