Kenya Hall  By Sophie Nelson Photograph by Will Stewart   It's
Saturday morning in the small industrial city of Canton, Ohio,
and everyone in the Hall family has a duster, broom, or rag in
hand. While  Kenya Hall and her siblings start scrubbing their
designated corners, their mother sets down the record-player
needle and the sweet sounds of Marvin Gaye and Diana Ross fill
the house. "I hear the song 'My Mistake' now, and I still feel
awesome," Hall says with a smile. "I call my sister Alisha and
say 'Remember those dances we used to do?'" Hall's childhood was
one of Luther Vandross, UB40, Third World. She grew up belting
it out in the basement, singing in between the verses of her
brother's raps, and perfecting impressions of her idols—En
Vogue, TLC, Erykah Badu, among others. "Always, always I sang,"
she tells me. Through thick and thin, music has been a reliable
source of joy, revealing who she has been and always will be:
someone who needs to sing.  Hall's evolution from child singer
to professional songw