The I AM NASH album will feature a story featuring NASH, who will have to face his own fears to find his real name. The story comes from a novel that I'm currently working on. Each song in the album gives off a tone of the arc in the story; each representing different emotions, scenes, and even more! Here is a little taste of the storyline.
The story goes like this:
So far, NASH's family dies in a fire and he is the sole survivor of the incident. NASH is found by the God of Death, who carries him to the Underworld. Death gave NASH another chance to live under one condition, to become the next candidate for God of Death. Other candidates didn't like NASH; they taunted him, tortured him, and framed him.
Eventually, NASH had enough of these torments, so he left the Underworld and took on the Overworld.
I used to have a family… a real family. Though I don’t remember much of what happened the time I was really alive- some memories of the family I had stuck to me then and now. And whenever I remember it, melancholy strikes a stab at the heart, and sour and salty tears form on my eyes and flood on my cheeks. At times like these, I always have thought to myself, “When will I stop feeling these moments in my life?” But no matter what, most questions were left unanswered.
These past nine years were pure hell to go through. Living without one another, left with silence and waste, but not left to rot. Even when I rot, I wasn’t left nor was left to die. I just couldn’t die. Thinking of such diminishing thoughts would leave me no further in life… oh how life can be so cruel. Breathing in this so-called “air” and drowning from the inside-out… Have I reached the surface yet?
To get to the point, I identify myself as Nash. I couldn’t speak of my age so to keep my legacy well kept and safe. I am sort of a human in a degree, like the temperature of hot and cold battling against each other, not ever decreasing or increasing. The fire and passion that I have embedded in and out of my soul never burnt out, like the flame was eternal. I still lived, as literally dead as I can be… apparently Death himself chose me. But the decision of Death wasn’t left to the grim reapers, it as in itself chose me.
What does it mean to be chosen, they ask?
Was it worth it, they may also ask?
And before I go throughout each and every day of my life, and as the clock ticks, my memories begin to fade away. I had to write my memories. I have felt compelled to write some sort of book, as humans say the purpose of the book is to keep note of your history. Getting to the point won’t get me or anyone anywhere. This and my book with an aura filled of both prophecy and mystery, someone might as well be informed of anything I say. Thou my story shall be spoken to the world… as it must even go on when I pass.
To all who read this… my story begins now.
I am excited to see where my mind goes to!
And if anybody wants to collab with me, email me at firstname.lastname@example.org, where I will talk to you at Google Hangouts!