“Start going to bed earlier! It is a tough adjustment when you have had a summer of staying up late and waking up late.”

I know that some girls look up to me for certain things, like dyslexia, and that way I know that they like me for me, so it adds no pressure.

I think that everybody needs somebody to really look up to and know that even though you’re going through a tough time, you’ll get over it.

My father is Cuban. Spanish was my first language, but I don’t speak it that much anymore because I had dyslexia, and in school they work with you only in English. But I’m proud to be Latina, and most people don’t know I am.

Dancing inspires my music. Having your girlfriends all together and just being free and happy.

My dream artist to play at prom would be Frank Ocean. “Thinking of You” is one of my favorite songs. He makes really sweet music for slow dancing at the prom.

I never saw myself as a singer; I never really thought I had the voice for it.

I believe that anyone can become better,if you put in the effort.

My dad would call me his Cuban princess because I had really dark olive skin because I was always in the sun; but I don’t really go in the sun anymore, so that is why I am so white.

To me, being Latin is about more than your looks – it’s how you’re brought up.

I like clean-cut, very proper, very elegant looks.

My family was absolutely supportive. I did have a fear of cold reads because of my dyslexia, but my family’s support and reading classes really helped me overcome my fear!

My big break was becoming the spokesperson for Texas Instruments. Casting directors really started giving me a chance to read for projects.

I don’t think people realize how much work it takes to make an album.

I always finish off my look with a spritz of Vera Wang Pink Princess.

I like “As Long As You Love Me” and “Boyfriend” by Justin Bieber. It gets you moving – you just can’t help it! And “Teach Me How to Dougie” gets Zendaya and I every time.

Partying at a club is very different than when I’m throwing a party at my house. My party’s a rage. People rage when they come to my house.

We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.

Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.

Summer was made to give you a taste of what hell is like. Winter was made for landladies to charge high rents and keep cold radiators and make a fortune off of poor tenants.

I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.

Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.

Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.

Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?

A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.