Post by Lady Lauralee on Nov 24, 2010 12:18:03 GMT -5
HEY YOU!
Who me?
YEAH YOU! WHO ARE YOU?
Well, I’m
AREEATILANO GALLARDO
Tell us about yourself.
What do you want to know?
How long have you been around?
22
What exactly are you?
Human
So are you a man or a woman?
Woman
How do you swing?
I have experimented before....but I'm straight
When should we put the candles on the cake?
February 29...I know I know...I normally celebrate it on March 1 considering it only comes around every leap year
What do you look like?:
Are you tall enough for this ride?
I'm vertically challenged....5'2"
How much do you weigh?
Oh I am NOT telling you that!
Who do you look like?
Adriana Atilano Gallego (from the band InSite)
So, what are you wearing?
I love dressing ska and punk like. I also love tanks of any style and chunky belts.
Do you wear anything of sentimental value?
No I don't
Who, exactly, are you?:
You got any family?
My band is my family.
Where to you live?
I'm From Mexicali, Baja California but I currently am in Washington recording music.
Are you in school?
Ha! No
Tell me about your history.:
I was born the middle child of three in a well respected family in Mexicali, Baja California Mexico. My older brother could do no wrong. He was shining apple, the one who was going to carry the family name and do great things. My younger brother was the baby and could do no wrong. I was the middle child, the only girl. Maybe it sounds all grand and exciting; full of girly things and quinceañera’s and all that jazz. That was not the case. My father wanted nothing but boys and I was the kink in his plan. My mother tried her best to shield me from any anger that he may have had, but she was not always able to do so. I was really hurt in the beginning as a little girl. I was a little girl and I loved my father, but my father did not love me. He made that very clear I was nothing to him and would always be nothing to him.
As I grew older the fact that my father cared nothing for me did not matter as much as mí mama enrolled me into violin lessons. With the violin I found my outlet. Whenever my father made me angry, I was depressed, or when I cursed at God; asking him why he gave me a father who hated me I would turn to my violin. It was a beautiful piece of work. Mí mama took great pride and care and picking out one that was me. It was pearl white and had my name etched on the back. I treasured it, taking it everywhere and playing it every moment I could. I became really good at it; so good in face that my teacher refused to see me anymore. He said there was nothing else he could teach me. He recommended that I apply for a scholarship to a University in America as a part of a music program. The thought thrilled me and I shared my great news with mama. She was ecstatic for me.
The happiness was short lived however as my papa walked in on the conversation. He became enraged that I wouldn’t have to depend on him to get by. Apparently he wanted to arrange me into a marriage that benefitted him. He smacked mama up against the wall and then set his sights on me. He first broke my violin then set about trying to beat me within an inch of my life. I fought back with everything I had, scrambling away from him. He stomped on my hands; doing everything he could to crush them. The pain was horrible; I almost though for a moment that I would pass out and he would kill me. My mama stopped him before he could have done any worse. She knocked him out with a cast iron frying pan. “Salgate miga! She scream and I ran. I left as quickly as I could, getting the hell out of there.
I went to the only place I could; my professor. I couldn’t use my hands to knock with as they were broken and bloody so I used the next best thing, my head. I banged heavily and soon enough he opened the door for me. “Dios mio! Qué pasaste migita?” She questioned. I couldn’t answer; all I could do was cry. My life, my passion was ruined. I stayed with profe for a while. Mama knew I would go to him so she snuck my things out to me as quickly as she could. My father had disowned me; saying I was nothing but a whore and was no daughter of his. Profe was amazing; he covered the costs of all the doctor’s visits, and surgeries that were needed to repair my hands. I took about a year to get functionality of them back. It was a trying time. I hated life and I wanted to give up, but he would not let me. He told me that a gift wasn’t something to be squandered.
I fought and struggled for a long time but my diligence paid off. I was back and in business. I practiced furiously for a while before applying and performing for a chance to become the scholarship recipient. I fully expected to jump back into my status as an exceptional violinist and be accepted with no problem; however with the news of my accident having gone around many people doubted my abilities. The university board skipped over me and picked someone with not nearly enough talent as me all because nothing had happened to her. I was broken hearted; the one thing I was so passionate about and worked so very hard for was failing me; all because of what my father did to me. I went to a local cantina to drink myself stupid, hating my life and my existence when I saw them, my band mates. They were performing there. There music was awesome. I completely felt my woes leave me as I became entranced in their music. It took me away. As I sat there listening I couldn’t help but hear me playing with them. I knew how to perfectly integrate myself into their music and make it something greater. I took my electronic violin and plugged it into their sound system and played along with them. They were dumbfounded, completely taken aback that I joined them. I thought that I offended them. No one wanted my music it seemed. Tears filled my eyes as I unplugged my violin and quickly packed up to leave. I was done. Music had failed me because life had handed me a rotten hand. I ran out of the Cantina and began walking away with my head hung low. Tear s dripping on the ground as I walked back to Profe’s house. I figured maybe he would hire me to teach violin basics or something.
I moped about for days, crying the whole time. I was miserable and felt that my life was meaningless. What I did not know was that during the time I was moping the Band was trying desperately to find me. They thought I was an excellent additional and felt I was just what they needed to be found and become something. My profe had heard through the grapevine that they were looking for me and had set up a meeting of sorts. We met and they asked me to join them, to which I did. Ever since then we have made something of ourselves and I am happy once again. I have my music, my glue, the one thing that has held me together for my entire life.
Now we are in Washington State, USA, touring and recording the music that we love. That where I am now.
So, what do you like to eat?
I like Grapes
What foods make you hurl?
Strawberries...I'm highly allergic to them
What do you like to do?
play the violin, hang with my bandmates and read
That’s some attitude, want to tell me about it?
Aree is a very reserved person. She does not like to delve too deep into her past because to her the past hurts. She loves her music and as long as nothing interferes with the then she is happy. She may always come off as solemn or moody and well she has every right given how life has treated her. She is still a kind person because that is how her mom raised her to be. Her past may be fucked up but she loves her mama and would never want to disrespect her. As far as men are concerned, she doesn’t hate them, but she doesn’t trust them as far as she can throw them. That’s with the exception of Profe and her band mates. She does not easily let people in due to her father’s hate for her.
So, what’s so good about you?
I help create kick ass music, I'm kind, nurturing, and easily forgiving
Do you have any flaws?
Who doesn't have flaws? I'm impatient, Hard headed, hot head, and head strong.
Other:
What else can you tell me?
My violin is my release. When I am upset, angry, frustrated, or whatnot I turn to my violin. It's not a good time to bother me when I am resort to it.
Can you do anything cool?
(Any special abilities? List shifter animal here)
Show us your stuff
I'll show you me performing...
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F27v27RuVH8&NR=1[/youtbe]
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