When Johnny was born, was the day his father died. He's father was a police officer on a routine patrol when a distress call erupted from his microphone. His father was later killed in a shooting, killed by Crack Dealers. His older brother, who supported the family through various odd-jobs soon left upon hearing the untimely demise of his father.
Johnny was quiet when he was little, resenting other kids who had a father. He would often imagine his father, what he looked like and what he would say. His favorite place to go when young was the waterside, where he could quietly fish. When Johnny turned 14, his mother remarried to an abusive man, who would often beat Johnny. Johnny would absorb the beatings often and eventually got fed up. He scavenged his room for a few necessities (Flashlight, food, knife) and off he went, heading towards the UK
Over the next couple of years, Johnny had come in touch with his musical abilities. He would often spend most of his time practicing his drumming. When he needed change, he would play on the side of the road for mere coins.
He started to figure that if he was going to form a band, he needed bandmates. So he set off and found a small gang of three kids, somewhat close to his age and fancied himself a new look, American Rock 'N Roll.
Three years later, him and his bandmates had saved up enough money to afford plane tickets to America, and settled in Texas, where they thought would be a good place to afford a band.
Of course, they never made it far and the band soon dispersed.
Johnny wanted to go someplace close to the bay side, for he often missed the invigorating smell of the Ocean, and longed the feel of sand. He set of to Los Santos, in hope to find some new bandmates was his excuse but he knew he might find his brother there, there assorted letters he had found one day in his mothers dresser.
He boarded onto the plane with a sign, twiddling his thumbs in anticipation. He gentle adjusted his metallic gray headphones with his fingers and squeezed down in his Ipod and scrolled until he found the song he enjoyed. He eased back, digging his thighs into his seat cushion and closed his eyes.
