My Guitar Magic
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Last published Mon, May 26, 2014
Julianna Rhythms
weird name right?,I'm named after my great,great,great grandmother,which is born with so much knowledge of music
That passed to her daugter,and to her daughter and to her daughter and mom passed to me
I'm 18 years old with long and a little bit wavy Raven colored hair,and light green eyes,I have white skin ,and a little reddish lips to figure me out
when I was born I already loved music...
when I was 4 years old I already learned hot to play a guitar,when I was 6 my voice developed into a very cute tone ,that matured when I grow up,but when I was growing up my parents died ,that why I'm determined to live by myself ,cause anything could happen and I need to strive harder for my Dreams to come true
I always bring my guitar in school,not a day passed I've never sing......
music heals everything.....
and for me it brings me peace......
everyone in the school ,all think I'm crazy,always sitting under a big shady tree singing while strumming my guitar for no reason
but it brought me into this situation
I'm a rising singer now,of course with my trusty o instrument,well.....I'm not the only one
I'm woth my band that we decided to name,Nightingale's Band,.....NB for short
were living in a big Mansion here in our country of course,
Please read my Story.......
how I reached my dreams,and how I experienced my first love
with the most Bad boy Superstar
and how I discover the real truth behind my Real Life
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