It’s gonna get deep here.
My parents separated when I was 5 years old. Divorced finally at age 8. I was moved into a step home with my dad where I was outnumbered. Two older siblings with no blood relation to me and only shared a broken family, and now we were being shoved together like two pieces of a puzzle that didn’t fit. Needless to say, I shrunk. I never felt like part of that family and now, 7 years later, I still can’t say that I do.
But 13 year old me walked into that band room on May 19th, 2015. And 15 year old me has come to the realization as to why I never looked back after that. I found a family. A place I fit in. The puzzle was not made out of lies or deceit, but out of a passion for music. These unique pieces coming together to form one beauitful picture, and it was that puzzle where I realized that I belonged somewhere. That my piece did fit in, no matter how small or insignificant I was.
I didn’t know what family was, but this band has taught me what it means. I wish I could thank them enough.