If you only had one word to describe Chloe Lynne Porter for the rest of her life, it would be: Lucky. Born on May 22nd, 1988 – two months premature – to parents Lynne and Robert Porter, she was full of luck right from the start. At 4 pounds, 3 ounces, it was expected the baby would grow to be frail and weak, filled with health issues like a lot of premature babies of her time. Instead, the girl put on weight, and grew at a rate so surprising, that her parents considered her a miracle baby. By the age of 15, Chloe was already an astounding 5’10 and towered over her friends. She’d lived a healthy life, void of health conditions no more severe than the common cold and an occasional ear infection. She was wild, rambunctious, and loved to play sports on nice days, and stay at home and play on her computer at night. Phoenix, Arizona – Chloe’s hometown – was a college town by definition, and it could easily be said that there was always plenty to do, so it was no surprise that Chloe was always into something. Her parents supported her in every way they could – buying her instruments when she wanted to learn something new – putting her in dance classes when that was her new passion. Anything they could muster. To make it financially plausible, they had to work a lot, but no one in the family seemed to mind. She was their only daughter, born of luck, and they’d give her the world if she asked for it. By the age of 17, Chloe could play a handful of instruments. She’d learned she wasn’t a very good dancer, but her motto was ‘at least I tried’. Music had become her latest obsession, and while she struggled to catch up on decades upon decades that she’d missed, she started putting her own music together on her computer – with the help of programs like GarageBand. The writing of lyrics seemed to come naturally to her, and so she decided this must be her calling. It didn’t take her long to gather a group of friends and form a band. Give them a Myspace page, a PureVolume page, an AbsolutePunk page. Everything they needed to become successful internet musicians overnight. She never thought it’d work. In only a few months’ span of time, Chloe’s formed band – sunday bloody sunday. – had managed to play a few local shows in basements of churches and amvets halls in the dead of summer while people were jumping around and sweating to death, and her webpages managed to generate enough hits that she even had a buzz going on the internet. It wasn’t long before label representatives started contacting her. She was 19 when she and her band decided, after about a year and a half of existence, to sign to Photo Finish Records – turning down several major label deals in the process. The songs they’d recorded and posted to their Myspace were re-worked and re-mastered for a professional pressing of an EP, and the band was booked on one of the smaller stages for the entirety of the 2008 Vans Warped Tour. Twenty years old and two years into her dream, and Chloe was exactly where she wanted to be. All her parents could say was that “Chloe was a very lucky girl”. Warped tour would give Chloe the kind of connections every Phoenix kid dreamed of. And these things were now her reality. She had small bouts of press – on shows like DJ Rossstar’s radio show that generated enough interest to get her music played on internet radio, which even eventually led to mainstream radio airplay and the promise of a music video. That music video was picked up online by MTVU, which led to sporadic play on MTV2, and even a ‘Buzzworthy’ spot on MTV. Now, still months shy of her 21st birthday, Chloe is working on a full-length album with a few big name producers, and even a name or two you might recognize from elsewhere. She’s recognized on the world-wide-web by Myspace teens everywhere, and all over the U.S. as The Next Big Thing. ClearChannel radio stations are singing her praise, while self-proclaimed ‘real music critics’ are writing her off as the new Myspace-Induced-One-Hit-Wonder – but the simple fact remains: even if she’s only a one-hit-wonder, she’s still being talked about. Blogs love to hate her and kids want to dress like her. She’s just settled into her new home in Pasadena, the rest of her band slowly doing the same. She’ll admit that she feels like she has everything she’s ever wanted in life. And all before Chloe is even old enough to drink. How’s that for luck?