Music was my life, until it wasn't. My parents loved hearing me sing, play the piano and violin as I was growing up it was something they could show off to people. However that was not a piratical career in their eyes. Every day was the same sometimes I felt like I was living the same day over and over again. I wanted to live and exciting life and play my music but in truth I was living a boring life and hardly even living at all. I left home in my last year of collage to study elsewhere. When I did that my boyfriend at the time broke up with me when I refused to come back. I dated someone else during that time but we sort of drifted apart towards the end of the year. I did return home and started to live as if I hadn't left for my final year of college. I even got back together with my ex. But it was the same day over and over again. After three months of living back at home I couldn't take it anymore so when my cousin told me he was going to New York City I asked if I could go with him. New York is full of life and i don't live the same day over and over again. I am getting back into music. Hoping one day i can get back on stage. I won't let anything or anyone stop me.