I'm a musician first, a food-lover second, a dirty mouth with feet, and a girl last time I checked.
O, once in each man's life, at least, Good luck knocks at his door; And wit to seize the flitting guest Need never hunger more. But while the loitering idler waits Good luck beside his fire, The bold heart storms at fortune's gates, And conquers its desire.
My dad has always been extremely supportive in every decision I've made and much more interested in me picking what I wanted to do.

