Hi, My Name is Aleera Paulsen and you are reading the official blog of the Far Cry From Fearless/ Red Ringed Revolvers/Sniper Rifles bass guitarist.
I'm going to go ahead and dive right into an extremely deep subject even though this is my very first post. The first topic I want to write about is my parents.They died in a car crash when I was 12 years old. I've never really talked about this to anyone. I guess that a person can only hold onto a burden this big for so long. All I really remember about my parents is that my mother was extremely beautiful and that she had the same greenish eyes as Harley who was only 9 at the time that my parents passed. I don't remember the car crash itself mainly because I wasn't there. I think that I was playing bass when it happened. I got a phone call from my aunt Morgan and she told me that my parents had been in an accident and they hadn't survived. In retrospect, that probably wasn't the best way to phrase things. I mean, I knew about death and I had learned enough about it to know that everyone is bound to die someday. But I never thought that it would happen to anyone that I knew. That was the point where everything in my life changed. I was on my own. Michele, Harley, and I moved in with Jason. Our older sister, Savannah who was 14 at the time decided to move in with Aunt Morgan. I realized that I was going to have to grow up and help raise my younger sister and I also kinda figured that I wasn't going to get help from Savannah or Aunt Morgan. I didn't even think that Michele or Jason would help that much either. I thought that it was going to be just me. But Nate really stepped up and helped me. And even though I had my twin sister and Nate to help me through this whole thing, I still didn't understand why it had happened to us. Was this God's way of getting back at us for being rich and musically talented? I know how stupid that sounds, but for years, that's what I thought. I've never told anyone this either, but every night when I go to sleep, I secretly ask my parents to watch over Michele, Harley, and Savannah. I ask them if we're turning out right. And a lot of times, I ask them to send me some sort of sign to let me know that they are in fact watching over us. I'm not going to say that I don't miss my parents. That would be a flat out lie and one that I couldn't stand to live with. I've actually decided to start writing a song about my parents on Far Cry From Fearless's new album.
Speaking of Far Cry From Fearless, it will be a while before I'm allowed to play again. Nate says that he's not going to let me play for another 2 months. I've decided that I'm going to try to learn to play bass with my toes and see how that goes. I'm going to go ahead and say that it probably won't fill the void that is left by not being able to hold my bass in my hands and play until the carpal tunnel kicks in. I'm sorry about that and I promise to be more careful around amplifiers.
That's all I can really think of. I'd like to thank Nate for actually typing this whole thing out for me and being there for me to lay my head down on while I told him what I wanted him to type.
