EdwardTheFirst

New York, NY, USA

The royal love-child of Marie Antoinette and George Michael.   “Mother would always jest, ‘you can do what you want… when you’re king.’ So now, here I am, crowned and uncommitted to the tethers of social norms – doing what I want.”    As a child Edward the First found his natural home at the piano. Though he had no Henry Mannox in the rural fields of Penn’s Woods, so he relied on the vinyl presses of Elvis, Aretha, Freddie, & The Beatles to guide him. Thanks to his Fathers proclivities to composition, and Mother’s ivory drawn hands, there was always music in the house. All was seemingly well, until a long, dark shadow cast its weight to the very farthest corners of the Earth granting permission to the weary and worked to breath and reassess. As this shadow lifts, some realize that the Before Times were not good enough, were not what one set out for, and are simply not suitable for one to return. The structured walls are crumbling, and Edward the First has broken free - Renaissancin