I've always wanted to be a musician. Not necessarily famous, but the way I connected to music, I dreamed of people feeling that way about mine. Starting... > Lire la suite
I've always wanted to be a musician. Not necessarily famous, but the way I connected to music, I dreamed of people feeling that way about mine. Starting a band with my three best friends was a no brainer. No, it wasn't instant success, but it didn't take long for us to get noticed. There's not many all-female metal bands, and we understood that helped propel us into the industry. We wanted to prove we were more than eye candy and were an awesome band. Being women and wanting respect, we lived like rock stars, doing what our male counterparts did. Sex, drugs, and rock and roll. It was an instant yes when we were offered to play on the Festival of Desolation tour. One of our must attend summer concerts as fans. Secondary to the huge honor, I'd knew he'd be on the tour. Alex Austin. My icon. His lyrics, his voice, his stage presence. He was the entire package. It didn't hurt that he was absolutely, devastatingly, drop dead gorgeous. But it's more than that. I felt so connected to this person. Not the performer. But the man. I just knew he was meant to be in my life. That he could teach me so many things and we could be unstoppable creatively. Of course this meant I pictured a life with him and in that, knew I couldn't mess up the opportunity when we met. I told myself that I wouldn't throw myself at him and have him see me in one way...a summer fling. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I couldn't blow it. Even if my every urge had me wanting to blow him. I, Sidney Covington, was going to become the musician I dreamed of, and bag the man of my dreams, all in the summer of 2006.