fleet Venezuela in 2014

I was a restless child.. at a very young age I showed signs of apreciation for music, my parents noticed the way I reacted to music so they took me to music school, after going though music theory I became part of the choir, a couple months in, I got my first instrument!, the Chello. I'm proud to say I played the anthem of Venezuela alongside my hometown orchestra, at Plaza Bolivar, El Tigre. Anzoategui Venezuela. after seeing the eyes of the people attending and feeling their energy. In that moment, when I saw my parents smilling at me so hard, I knew I wanted to be an artist.

Due political persecution / kidnap attempts against my family. My mother my siblings and I moved to another town. Maturin, Monagas, Venezuela. 

As a teenneger everything sucked. being in a new town, the music school from that town sucked so I didn't go. the new high school sucked too, so I skipped most of my classes, my mom traveled a lot out of the country so she wouldn't know until she was back. I wasn't able to play outside like a normal kid, without my mom being worried to death of me being kidnaped again. So I ran out everytime I could. 

After realizing my absence to school my mom sent me to a little town CARIPE to serve in church and give away all my clothes, and shoes to the ones in need. I started serving the church by watching over 25 kids that did not have a home, most them were orphans. I would spend the entire day preparing them food, preaching them, but after 1 week. the kids were bored of learning about God. the only way I knew how to make things fun was with music. Looking into the donations box made to the church I found a broken guitar. It was broken but you could still pay it. bad thing was I did not know how to play guitar. 

a drunk guy at the bus stop saw us with the guitar and claimed to know how to play it. he didn't even know how to write but the hell he knew how to play the guitar