When she was nine years old, Grace Bowers had dreams of hair metal glory. “I was totally into Winger, Ratt, Warrant, Poison – just the cheesiest bands imaginable,” she says. “I persuaded my mom to buy me a guitar, only she got me an acoustic. She didn’t think I’d stick with it, so she went for the cheapest thing the store had.”
The pre-teen shred wannabe tried in vain to master lightning-fast licks, but her musical ambitions changed one day while she and her mother were in the car running errands.
