Zeylah

My past isn't  happy to remember, my parents always wanted me to be the best of everything and were very strict with me. I lived in a large house in Hudson, Ohio and since I was little I could saw the other children playing outside, acting like children on the playground while I was forced to practice until my hands bled and to study till sleep overcame me . Always waiting for a gesture of approval of my parents that never came.
I haven't free time so I distanced myself from people been left alone.

People always looked at me with a mixture of envy and jealousy and really had no idea of hell that I was passing to obtain all my successes. How to understand having to fight so hard for the affection of your parents, to make them feel proud of yourself and don't left you aside. After years of hard struggle I gave up. I left school and with it all the pain I had endured. My parents were furious, yelling that they spent money and wasted effort on me and  that they haven't even worth having a daughter so ungrateful as I am.


I couldn't hold on more, all that I had sacrificed, friends, happyness and a lot of hours of hard effort, all for nothing. That was enough now I was 16 and I wasn't my parents obedient little daughter anymore, I decided to rebel, my parents don't let me follow my dreams, travell all over the world, do everything I ever wanted and feel free for the first time. I decided to teach them a lesson, I went to a bar in the city and I drank until I was satisfied. Then I stole a car to go home, that night was the best of my life, perhaps ase for the alcohol or the thrill of doing something that was banned but I felt light and happy, without any concern. Everything was just perfect until a police car the police stopped me and the policeman pointed the light of the lantern in the face.
"Get off the vehicle" shouted in a deep voice.

He retube me and took me to the police station where two demons called mom and dad.
waited for me.  After that night my parents sent me to a reformatory so far away from home.  That place was worse than a jail ,barbed wires, no means of communication and the nearest town was miles away.  Everyone there had a history like me, many young offenders resided in the reformatory BM (Blessed Mary) . There I understanded the true meaning of pain and oppression, the fear radiating from every nerve in my body and it was there where I became what I am today.

I slipped into the laundry truck hidden a moth before, I couldn't stay in that place, that wasn't good for me. And finally I reached the nearest town, Knoxville.
Now I wasn't Claire anymore, I would have another identity cause I discobered a few days before that the police was looking for me.  In the city I dyed my hair , changed name and got a tattoo with the little money that I had, leaving behind previous life.
I needed to get away from the town as soon as possible and the only way to escape was with money and that moment I didn't have any so I made a plan, I'll rob a bank, seemed easy but it wasn't.


The plan was seep into ventilation ducts and exit above the safe before disconnecting security cameras and burglar mechanisms. It succeeded successfully and I could scape by taxi to another place with the money then I travelled all over the world with my money for over a year, hidding of the police and finally I decided to stand fix in a place.
I met Mr Thompson a very rich man owner of a large casino in New York playing pocker game in Las Vegas. I studied him a couple of days and discovered his weak points of the game he wasn't very good player. Using my skills in poker and cheating I won easily. It was like taking candy from a child and those stupid guy bet the deed of his casino that now were legally mine. Now I was rich and owner of a casino, I had done everything I ever wanted but I was not happy.


One day in one of the shows of the casino I saw a  bassist  playing really bad and I asked myself if I could do it better than him. Remembering the guitar classes that I took when I was little I went on stage and tore  the bass from the hands of those music- ripper , who started yelling that I couldn't go on stage and less stop the show. I said him that he could move to one side, I could do it so much better than him, I knew it so I started playing and the whole room went crazy, nobody knew who I was but they were screaming with excitement as if I was their goddess I felt as I never felt before, that is what I was looking for even that didn't knew it. When I returned to my office there was a flier on it. It said "BAND AUDITIONS! Need drummer, singer and bass guitarist! Go to 42425 E. Rush Way at 12:30 on Februray 7." Ask for Arashi.

Here was the answer of what I have to do, I'll go to the audition.