I bet you're wondering how we came to be blessed by the presence of such awesome guys.
Well...
It all started on twitter actually.
"Georgia what are you doing online, the internet's slow again!" My mom called up the stairs.
"Uh nothing? I'm on twitter mother!" I said with a quiet laugh at my unnecessary formality.
"Are the other two online?" She asked.
I sighed in frustration.
"No! They went to the play-park!" I replied.
No answer.
I rolled my eyes and carried on working my way through my most recent followers, following them back.
Then I saw something I thought I never would.
I told five guys on twitter that I needed tips on band making and song writing etc. But I never thought that those same guys would follow me!
Me on DM: Hey Andy, I know I said I needed help, but you guys didn't need to follow me to give it!
It wasn't until about 3 hours later that he replied.
Andy: I know, we just thought it'd be easier and more private if we could DM you the info on how to be in a successful band.
Well I, for one, wasn't going to argue...
Me: Well thank you. It means the world.
Andy: No problem. So what is it that you needed help with?
We chatted for hours about that sort of stuff, it was great! I sent him a demo that me and my band had recorded and he loved it! Then I ended up telling him everything about me.
Me: Where do I start?
Andy: The beginning perhaps?
Me: Nobody likes a smart ass...
Andy: Yes. My ass is smart, gotta live with it. Now talk.
Me: Well. When I was 6 months, my mom and dad divorced, when I was 9 months, my mom married my step dad, March 2000 my little sister was born. Completely fucked up all plans of family domination MWHAHAHAHA, joking. 2001 Great grandpa died, June 9 2002, Gran died. We were really close. That was when I started to self harm. Not even 5 yet! When it was my 5th birthday though, my best friend died in a car accident, still grieving over them both, in councilling, therapy, etc for a total of 8 years, that's how long it took me to get over the death of my grandma. Baby sister was born February 2003. Skip the 8 years from a minute ago. That takes me up to 13 years old. May 27 2010, great gran died. Listened to We Stitch These Wounds for the first time on my birthday that same year (August 13 2010) and I fell in love with it. Nothing happened up until now. June 2011. Now you're up to date with everything in my life.
Andy: Wow. I don't know what to say. How can one teenager have so much shit in one lifetime? I'm really sorry about all the deaths by the way. I can't imagine how hard that must be on you.
Me: It's ok Andy, it's not exactly your fault.
We spoke like this for ages more, for about 2 and a half months.
September 2011:
Andy: You said you lived in LA, but we haven't met yet. I think it's time.
Me: Really? That'd be awesome! I'm guessing you wanna meet my douche band bros too :P
Andy: Fuck yeah! And i'll bring my douche band bros!
Me: Awesome, name the place and time and we'll be there :)
