Dear Pat Benatar,
From the first electrifying chord that sent sparks flying from your guitar, you became more than just a rock star—you became our anthem, our battle cry, our guide through the rough and tumble of life. You taught us that love isn’t always gentle, but it’s always worth the fight, that passion isn’t a whisper but a roar that echoes through the canyons of our souls.
You are a goddess with a voice forged in fire, a voice that cuts through the noise, the doubts, the fear. With every note, you carved out a space for rebellion, for the ones who dared to stand up, to speak out, to refuse the neat little boxes the world tried to stuff us into. You showed us that we could be both fierce and tender, warriors and lovers, all at once.
When you sang “Hit Me With Your Best Shot,” you weren’t just talking about a lover’s challenge—you were speaking to life itself, daring it to throw everything it had at you, at us, because you knew we could take it. You gave us the strength to stare down the hardest days, the courage to stand up when we were knocked down, the fire to keep going when the world told us to sit down and be quiet.
In your music, we found the power to love recklessly, to fight for what we believe in, to hold on to our passion with both hands and never let go. You made us believe that being vulnerable is not a weakness but a strength, that standing up for ourselves is the greatest act of love.
You are the mother of rebellion, the high priestess of passion, the queen of rock ‘n’ roll who showed us how to live out loud, unapologetically. Thank you for every scream, every whisper, every note that has carried us through the dark times and the bright. Thank you for being the voice we needed, the fire we wanted, the goddess who still reigns supreme in the halls of rock ‘n’ roll.
With fists raised and hearts ablaze,
We thank you.
Forever yours in rebellion,
Atanaria