Family
When I first started thinking about moving to LA, I wasn't sure if I was making the right decision. The idea of living so far from my family was one I wasn't too keen on. When I first decided that this was what I wanted to do with my life, my family were so supportive. They took me everywhere for shows, paid for studio time, listened to new songs and gave honest opinions when needed. Some nights dad would even sit down with me and we'd have a little "jam" session on our guitars. My parents made sure I finished school and had normal jobs, like any teenager growing up.
Once I finished school, I started travelling a lot more on my own. Trips to Tulsa, New York, LA and anywhere else where I could get my music heard became a regular thing. Whenever she could, my sister would come with me. She became my own personal photographer, snapping pictures of me performing, working in the studio and all the rest. If Annie couldn't come with me, I'd beg my cousin to come (not that it ever took much begging). Whatever the case, I'd make sure I'd have family with me. They were the ones that kept me grounded, the ones that stopped me from getting swept away in my dreams.
When I discovered that I was finally signed, it became very obvious that getting my own apartment in LA would be the most convenient thing to do. Mom insisted she came and helped me choose an apartment, the apartment needed "mom's tick of approval" as she put it. After more looking than I would have liked, we both agreed on a small two bedroom apartment.
Living away from my parents and sister is still something I'm adjusting to. I miss them a lot, even though I try to talk to them on the phone every second night. I was planning on flying back home to see my family for my birthday, but as it turns out Annie has convinced my parents to come out here for the weekend. Then on Monday, Chelle's taking me out to celebrate, which will be fun.
As for right now, I think a nice warm bubble bath is calling me.
Once I finished school, I started travelling a lot more on my own. Trips to Tulsa, New York, LA and anywhere else where I could get my music heard became a regular thing. Whenever she could, my sister would come with me. She became my own personal photographer, snapping pictures of me performing, working in the studio and all the rest. If Annie couldn't come with me, I'd beg my cousin to come (not that it ever took much begging). Whatever the case, I'd make sure I'd have family with me. They were the ones that kept me grounded, the ones that stopped me from getting swept away in my dreams.
When I discovered that I was finally signed, it became very obvious that getting my own apartment in LA would be the most convenient thing to do. Mom insisted she came and helped me choose an apartment, the apartment needed "mom's tick of approval" as she put it. After more looking than I would have liked, we both agreed on a small two bedroom apartment.
Living away from my parents and sister is still something I'm adjusting to. I miss them a lot, even though I try to talk to them on the phone every second night. I was planning on flying back home to see my family for my birthday, but as it turns out Annie has convinced my parents to come out here for the weekend. Then on Monday, Chelle's taking me out to celebrate, which will be fun.
As for right now, I think a nice warm bubble bath is calling me.