The world as I know it has yet to
begin. And I intend to take that world by the bootstraps and tie it
ever so tightly around my feet. My name is Michael. I am not your
average white kid from the burbs, although you may believe that with
one quick look at me. I have been sent into the universe to shock and
amaze the masses, and bring the human race beautiful music. These
reasons alone have left me to believe I should explore my opportunity
at the Art Institute of Las Vegas. I've been all over this world,
I've deployed to Afghanistan, and I've been in love only twice in my
life. The first love is always one to base your next on, one which I
waited an intricate amount of time to find more about myself and
really become happy with the person I am. I love to perform. From the
times of being a kid, to the day I sang at Carnegie Hall in NYC, to
the days in college and quick witting the teacher and class into a
few laughs. But, on the inside, I am a very quiet and introverted. I
write a lot of random gibberish only I can understand. But, it
usually transpires when I sing it. In fact, the most comfortable I
feel is in three separate situations: 1)by myself, 2)with my
girlfriend, 3)on stage. Other times I feel very on edge and how you
say...adhd, I suppose. My mind never seems to shut down, I still have
trouble sleeping to this day, even with a tempurpedic mattress. With
that being said, I have aspirations to be heard by the masses, and
try to impact or benefit even one life. Because, if you can touch one
person's life, you've accomplished serenity in my opinion. My name is
Michael, and I am an artist. But then again, isn't every human being
an artist in their own fashion?
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