About Me
The girl who this is about was born and bred in the deepest of the deep of places, the beautiful yet tragic, State of New Jersey. She was soon removed from formal schooling when it was realized that she was leaving deep crescent moon shaped bite marks on the arms of the boys in her class and discovered that she could raise her body temperature at will to 102 degrees and had to be sent home daily due to self induced fever.
She was taught at home by her painter Mother and guitar wielding Father and classes consisted of painting, writing, singing, dancing, herbology, cooking, daydreaming, spell casting, theatre and a little bit of regular academics for good measure.
She was kidnapped at age 16 by a radical born-again, gypsy, dancing troupe that whisked her around the Country on a dilapadated bus. They spoke in tongues and meditated and descended upon unsuspecting people and danced for them until they wept and fainted and joined their cult. Victims of kidnappings often begin to relate to and sometimes even love their captors and such was the case with young Sandra. She soon began to forget her past life and settled into her new life as a dancing gypsy.
She eventually escaped in the heat of the night and hid in the twisted branches of a weeping willow until the sun came up. She hitchhiked back to New Jersey in three days, where her Father reminded them of her first love…music.
Sandra took up guitar and her skills at gypsy dancing. She took her act to the stage and was soon pursued by smooth talking men in slick suits that promised her fame and fortune if she would only sign on the dotted line. The girl was hypnotized and promptly sold her soul to the devil.
For a while everything went along nicely, but slowly she began to realize that without her soul, she couldn’t seem to write the songs she wanted to write or say the things she wanted to say or even to make a simple decision about her career without doubting herself. The devil was always lingering over her shoulder.
Years passed on and finally Sandra decided enough was enough. Contract or no, she would no longer be a slave to the devil! He had had his way with her and realized she wasn’t making him any money, so he released her, but told her that he’d never give back her soul.
Downtrodden, but hopeful Sandra set out to New York City, hearing that this was a place that welcomed the soulless.
Along her path she encountered a jolly ex-pirate that had given up his days of raping and pillaging to become a peaceful music producer. He took her under his wing and fed her sushi and brick oven pizza and gave her cheap wine to drink. They laughed and made music and he told her that souls cannot be bought and sold, only stifled. Then the Pirate asked her a question that she had never before been asked. “How do YOU want your music to sound?” Sandra thought it was a trick at first and did not know how to respond, but she consulted and thought back on her life and told him that she wanted it to sound like a fever induced, gypsy dream that you have after drinking too much red wine while listening to a cabaret singer in a southern speakeasy that is run by witches…and he knew exactly what she meant.
She was taught at home by her painter Mother and guitar wielding Father and classes consisted of painting, writing, singing, dancing, herbology, cooking, daydreaming, spell casting, theatre and a little bit of regular academics for good measure.
She was kidnapped at age 16 by a radical born-again, gypsy, dancing troupe that whisked her around the Country on a dilapadated bus. They spoke in tongues and meditated and descended upon unsuspecting people and danced for them until they wept and fainted and joined their cult. Victims of kidnappings often begin to relate to and sometimes even love their captors and such was the case with young Sandra. She soon began to forget her past life and settled into her new life as a dancing gypsy.
She eventually escaped in the heat of the night and hid in the twisted branches of a weeping willow until the sun came up. She hitchhiked back to New Jersey in three days, where her Father reminded them of her first love…music.
Sandra took up guitar and her skills at gypsy dancing. She took her act to the stage and was soon pursued by smooth talking men in slick suits that promised her fame and fortune if she would only sign on the dotted line. The girl was hypnotized and promptly sold her soul to the devil.
For a while everything went along nicely, but slowly she began to realize that without her soul, she couldn’t seem to write the songs she wanted to write or say the things she wanted to say or even to make a simple decision about her career without doubting herself. The devil was always lingering over her shoulder.
Years passed on and finally Sandra decided enough was enough. Contract or no, she would no longer be a slave to the devil! He had had his way with her and realized she wasn’t making him any money, so he released her, but told her that he’d never give back her soul.
Downtrodden, but hopeful Sandra set out to New York City, hearing that this was a place that welcomed the soulless.
Along her path she encountered a jolly ex-pirate that had given up his days of raping and pillaging to become a peaceful music producer. He took her under his wing and fed her sushi and brick oven pizza and gave her cheap wine to drink. They laughed and made music and he told her that souls cannot be bought and sold, only stifled. Then the Pirate asked her a question that she had never before been asked. “How do YOU want your music to sound?” Sandra thought it was a trick at first and did not know how to respond, but she consulted and thought back on her life and told him that she wanted it to sound like a fever induced, gypsy dream that you have after drinking too much red wine while listening to a cabaret singer in a southern speakeasy that is run by witches…and he knew exactly what she meant.
| Name | Sandra |
| Gender | Female |
| Location | Newark, NJ |
| Ethnicity | Hispanic |
| Interests | nature |
| Music | folk |
| Books | a great and terrible beauty |
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