Post by SAMUEL ALEXANDER MANOSO on Mar 11, 2011 23:33:26 GMT -5
samuel a. manoso
17 (junior). dancing. sebastian de souza.
"Born and raised in the high life of New York City, Sam’s never had anything but the best in his life. His father was a high-powered lawyer with no regards to his wedding vows and his mother was just a coked up version of a step ford wife. But even with this, he can’t deny that he doesn’t love them. Ray Manoso is controlling in every aspect of his life, so when his son came into his world, Ray was determined to shape and mold his son into a fit, young man ready to take on the world.
Growing up in his household, he needed vices. Most of which consisted of pissing off his father, hassling the young female help and just spending most of his days wandering all across New York. So a stroll through the busy streets when he younger brought him stumbling across a street act that worked a ratty guitar like the song was the only thing keeping them alive. His life, until he finally managed to secure a spot at Jasper Hills, had been full of years upon years of pointless arguing. His father wanted him to be a lawyer in making, someone to take on the family business when he was no longer able to, but Sam didn’t feel it. He didn’t like the confining life that his father’s job required, the ungrateful clients and endless hours of prepping for a court room where lies instead of truths had the upper hand.
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Lucky for Sam, the majority of his years was spent in boarding schools. It was there that he managed to further educate himself in music. It started off with him air-guitaring with his dorm roommate and then steadily increased until himself and a group of boys at school had managed to make their own little band. It was nothing serious for them, but for Sam it was a brief taste into a world that had him gripped by the throat. And he sure as hell didn’t mind. But his heart wasn’t into playing, so he soon left the band. Which was fine by the other guys, they were all getting ready in the rush that high school lingered not that far away from them. They were planning on all coming back.
Samuel was planning on heading straight to Jasper Hills, a art refuge you could call it. He was more than happy to leave, his father was more than happy to send away the embarrassment that was his son.
Jasper Hills was the place where Sam finally found what he liked.
Dancing.
His freshman year through his junior year had been consistent. He focused on his work, on his dancing and it paid off. His summer at his home in New York weren’t spent in his house lingering around for school to come back. He went out and auditioned endlessly. At first the results were devastating and he was pissed as all hell, but he continued working until he finally got a break this past summer which he spent touring around the east coast. It only solidified what he already knew, this man was just born to dance. "
Zee.2 years.19.
