Post by sly on May 18, 2012 19:34:10 GMT -5
NICOLA CARINE DA COSTA,
[/size]TWENTY-THREE. NIC/NICKI. ROADIE. LESBIAN. THE CHERRY BOMBS[/font]
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[/i]send your love on a rampage,
give her everything you’ve got,
and when you come to hate her,
show her more than just a spark.
THE KILLS → HEART IS A BEATING DRUM
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testing. testing. is this thing on?
i guess i should start by introducing myself. my name is nicola carine da costa, but my friends just call me nic, or nicki. i’m twenty-two years young and currently a roadie for the totally awesome band, the cherry bombs. i’ve always been a bit of a free spirit. i like to enjoy myself and the moment, so i try not to take things too seriously. my friends often criticize me for being too laid back; i’m the kind of girl who could be standing in the middle of a battlefield and instead of getting wound up in the fighting, i’d simply mutter “fuck it,” shrug my shoulders, light myself a cigarette and meander elsewhere. i think my constant state of inebriation has something to do with this. you see, i used to get fired up at the flip of a switch, which often led me to make stupid, impulsive decisions. i don’t think i’ve been sober a single day since i was sixteen, but i’m not the sloppy drunk or moody junkie that you would think. i can handle my liquor and my pills. in fact, they keep me in check. being mellow and calm is much easier than being all over the place mentally and emotionally, so i’ll take it. i’m also extremely sarcastic and a tad sardonic, as well. i understand that i’m not the easiest person to be around. in fact, even my friends tend to tire of me after lengthy periods of time, since i dismiss everything as a joke and pretend like nothing really matters.
well now, let’s get into my history a little bit. i was born on february 2, 1988. i never knew my father, since he was long gone before i was even born and my mother rarely mentions him. since i was little, it was just me and mom, although she wasn’t around that often. she worked three jobs just to support the two of us, so i had a lot of free and unsupervised time. as a child, i liked to run around with all the boys, getting myself into all sorts of mischief. i don’t think i was ever a bad kid, though. i just had a taste for trouble. my love for music began when i was about ten years old. i had a neighbor, matty, who was sixteen at the time. while most teenagers hate being bothered by kids, matty was an exception. he was always nice to me, always let me hang out in his garage and listen to music. he played guitar in this totally awesome nirvana cover band and he used to sneak me into shows just so i could watch him play. while i may not be too fond of men in general, matty was an exception. for a while, i thought i even had a crush on him. turns out he was gay, though. in retrospect, that’s probably why i loved him so much; i sympathized with him, especially since being gay in the south isn’t the easiest thing. i would know better than anyone, since it’s what got matty killed. he was beaten to death in the parking lot where he worked for being a “faggot.” i carry him with me to this day.
matty’s death really opened my eyes to a lot of things. it made me come to terms with my own sexuality, for a start. music became even more important to me, since it was the only thing that seemed to make sense anymore. matty’s parents let me continue to hang out in their garage and they even gave me his guitar, since they couldn’t bear to throw it away. i became seriously enveloped in music, punk especially. at fourteen years old, i was going to punk shows and getting trashed with all the other rockers. it was at a punk show where i met my first love; her name was ever longmuir. she was a few years older than me and i was immediately attracted to her. she sucked me in and for a while, things were great. i was a freshmen in high school and having a hard enough time fitting in, since i was 1.) gay 2.) into the dying art of punk rock and 3.) coping with the loss of a good friend. ever, like music, was another escape for me. things ended abruptly with her, though. one day, she just disappeared and didn’t bother to say a word. it wasn’t until about a month later that i got an e-mail from her, telling me she was sorry and didn’t want to continue to toy with my emotions, since she didn’t really love me and was just using me for some fun. her letter cut me just as deep as her departure. after ever left my life, i began to drink even more heavily than i already was. drinking left me numb, it left me mellow and at ease, it let me make sense of my emotions and not let them get the best of me. since that point, i haven’t been able to face a single day sober.
even though ever left, my passion for music never ceased. when i was sixteen, i formed a band with a couple of guys that i knew from the local punk scene. we played together for a few years and toured around the south, but tensions grew a little high within the band. my bassist pulled a kurt cobain and started abusing heroin, so we had to kick him out. my drummer and guitarist grew weary about having a female as the front girl and we were fighting all the time, so we finally decided to call it quits. i dabbled in other musical endeavors before i finally met the lovely guys and girls of the cherry bombs. they were an awesome bunch, so i started helping them with their live shows. i grew to love them quite a bit, so i decided to stick with them while they toured. they’d become my surrogate family, you know?
right now, i want my only focus to be the music and helping my friends make it as big as they possibly can. i’m done pining for lost love and lost friends, and i’m done letting other people hurt me. so hand me the bottle of jack, let’s forget about the bullshit and just have ourselves a good time.
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MY NAME IS SLY, I AM TWENTY-ONE YEARS OLD AND HAVE BEEN ROLE PLAYING FOR SEVEN YEARS. I FOUND THIS SITE VIA DANCE IN THE DARK TOUR THEY'RE/ IT'S AWESOME!