when i was ten, my uncle Billy died, i inherited his old acoustic guitar. my mom wouldnt pay for lessons so i decided to teach myself to play and sing. by the time i was eleven, i got an electric guitar from my dad (he is a drummer and lives in seattle so i have only met him once) , that year, i joined my first band, it was with three guys who were thirteen, they were looking for a guitar player so i pretty much played for them and they picked me, an eleven year old girl to play lead. it was pretty crazy.... when i was 12, i played my first show by myself, it was this talent show type thing, i sang and played nothing else matters. the response was awesome, i came in second, next to a guy who was an insane gymnast. when i was 13,i was invited to sing at the town festivaal thingy, ( i dont live in a big city)
and i played a song i wrote for my dad, how he had left my mom with us five kids. and Mr. H, the big music guy of the district said that i had talent so when i was 14 he gave me a train ticket and sent me to toronto, which was 3 hours away, i was scared ****less, i had never been in such a giant place, **** i had never left oxford county! so the guy at the record place refered me to some guy who instead of listening to me play signed me as a model. i wanted to make some money so i could actually get an amp. so i said yes. now, im 15, my mom takes much of my money from modeling gigs but i still manage to be in my sweet ass band and be a cheerleader. arent i special?