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I'm Amorice Lee Hall. I'm effing amazing.
Or actually, I could be lying. I'm the sort of girl that has been everywhere — I mean, in a traveling sense. Vegas, Mexico, Poland, New York (where I stayed the longest), Utah, Cali, but I was born in Las Vegas, NV. My mother was all sorts of into the traveling. I never met my father, but my mom said he was a swell guy; until he was caught boning her best friend. Got to love when you have crappy best friends. Needless to say, the provider of the sperm was beat upside the head several times with a frying pan and then my mother took off with me when I was too small to laugh at the fact that she was kicking his arse with a kitchen object. Still, I can imagine it and it makes me chuckle watching my frail mom, in my mind's eye, just-a smackin' that douchebag around. Funnyness.
I have decided that part of my inability to communicate well with people comes from being in a different state entirely for most of my life. I would leave before I could make any friends. I was also very quiet because in my youth, I had inherited my mom's quiet nature. Then again, my mom is like, the most outspoken person ever when she feels like it. The older I got, the bolder I got. I still prefer to speak with my pen on paper. Much more easy to write a poem or song lyrics instead of speaking. Especially when it comes to the ladies.
I remember my first crush. AAHHHH! Ms Henderson. What a fine piece that was! Long...flowing...silky red hair. I wanted to slam her on the desk and feel that nice, pale skin. I was too young to know why. It was like...junior high. But when I got older (and I certainly had not told my mom or anyone yet) I was lucky enough to meet another musician back in a high school in New York. About the middle of freshman year. She was not all that hot, so I was never tempted, but she was all sorts of outspoken about being a lesbian. I learned a lot from her. And I banged me some sexy ladies by sophomore year. Of course, it was because Jamie, the outspoken lezzie, would just hook me up at parties. I never had a steady girl. Why? Because I was a pansy. To most people, I looked a little frightening back then. I can't help it if I love to wear black. The musician in me prefers the self to be in the background and the words to be in the forefront. It's just the sort of person I am. However, when a sexy lady came by, all I could do is make jokes and write her poems, but I could never get my tongue to say what I am thinking. I missed out on a lot of chances at being with beautiful girls doing that.
I told my mom that I was gay in my junior year of high school. All she said was, "Don't bring any sluts home. I always wanted a more feminine daughter. But, whatever girl you fall for, I will make sure I treat her better than I treat you!" Mom, always with the awkward sense of humor. My mom is normally cool with the choices I make, but since her dad was an abusive alcoholic, she refuses to let even a drop of alcohol into the house. If she knew that I drink all of the time, she would have my right and left cheek on a skewer. Yay to secret flasks!
She likes my tattoos, though. I am working on a sleeve. I started school late because of moving around so I became eighteen before my senior year started, which meant I could have tattoos legally while other people got illegal butterflies on their backs to be hidden. I make it a point to visit tattoo shops twice a month to decide what my next tat will be.
Also in my senior year was when I met the love of my life. There was just this amazingly gorgeous girl I saw one day while walking to class. She had a different style and she was the tiniest thing I had ever seen. The exact moment I saw her, I actually followed her from a distance; curious. I was hoping she wasn't about to go make out with her boyfriend or something. Luckily, I did not see that. She just went to class. I remember trying to end up in the exact spot I saw her the first time everyday. And there she would be, walking to class. I inquired around, trying to find out who she was, and finally, someone told me. I think it might have been through my friend Shayla that I got the girl's name and AIM SN. This gorgeous human being's name was Victoria Vankeuren. It took me a long time to even get up the nerve to IM her. I just waited for her SN to appear online and sort of...stared at it. Then I would take up the same spot as usual at school to see her again. Sad, stalkerish, I know. I was pathetic.
Finally, one day, I IMed her — this is such retarded high school drama — and we got to talking. Thank God in heaven, she was also a lesbian. The gods smiled upon me! Haha. Me and my stalkerish ways. Since then, that girl has a hold on me that I couldn't shake if I tried. And add the fact that she has an adorable little daughter, I was taken for life.
But we broke up because I’m an idiot. I will not elaborate. In hindsight, maybe that was a good thing, considering. College was the best time for me really. I found out a hell of a lot more about myself, one thing being, I didn't have the desire to be some rockstar. After all, touring bands who took years to hit it big or never hit it big at all can tell you that money is not in touring bands, especially in the age of mp3's. Of course, I do music for passion, and still do. I just knew I wanted to experience music from a different perspective as well.
College was a long process, considering that I got an English degree, then a Film degree and a Music Tech minor at UNLV. 8 years of my life, and people keep fucking asking me if I got a master's yet! Damn, people! I can only take so much schooling!
When I graduated for the second time, I decided that the Music Tech minor really sparked something within me. I just didn't know what the hell to do with it at first. I was Googling LLC's and trying to figure out what I was planning on doing. Eventually, it came to me, equipment rentals. It wasn't easy to start out. I did get the LLC and then I had to start purchasing equipment to rent out...that's a lot of cash, and in the beginning, I only had two full PA systems to rent out, one of those sets being one I had set up in my apartment for myself.
After a year and a half of working out of my home, making pennies and working for an IT company to make real money, I finally got a chance to rent an abandoned record store - those places were dying off quickly, and that saddened me, but I had a business to grow. I had bought a bit more equipment over that time and set up my meager little display and had some street artists design the storefront sign - Extreme Video & Sound. I was damned proud of it.
It took two more years and I finally hired on two more employees, had finally got an answer from sponsors and gained a grant. It was either make it big, or bankruptcy was calling my name. I'd be back to eating Ramen. Thankfully, thanks to word of mouth and talking to any and everyone I met anywhere, I was actually starting to make a profit as well as money to buy much better equipment. The best part was hiring techs to install lighting systems and PA systems and also offering sound techs to run sound at venues.
Soon, I moved on to Cali, showing more than a few signs of my nomadic mom's behavior. I opened a store there, stayed a year before I was bored out of my mind, then moved to New York to open up another small store. The same pattern happened in Chicago and Boston as well. My next stop, Washington.
As for my love life, I've given up on that. Tori happened back into my life and I was happy again, until she married a man behind my back. And then, to make it even better, my next three girlfriends disappeared. Not a word, not a note. Who needs love, right? Not when I have friends and a business I'm proud of.
Now that I think about it, was it even necessary to sit here and write out my own biography? If I wanted to tell someone about me, I probably could make a simple list. Something like this:
The Things that Make Amorice
1. Twenty-Eight
2. Five feet and ten inches tall.
3. Very vulgar and says some pretty off the wall things.
4. Masks her insecurity with jokes and weird humor.
5. Very open and out there lesbian.
6. Would do dirty things to Kate Beckinsale and Carly Pope that should be illegal in fifty states.
7. Drinks like a loud fish.
8. A musician, mostly into bass playing and lead guitar.
9. Obsessed with music.
10. Reads most hours of the day.
11. Makes her own clothing.
12. Secretly gets off on the feel of the needle when getting a tattoo.
13. Scared to get too close to an overly hot female...they break hearts.
14. More passionate under the surface.
15. Seems unemotional at times.
16. Favorite food is grapes.
17. Spent high school years at several different schools.
18. Very friendly, if anyone cares to try to get to know her.
19. Wants to own her own record label someday.
20. Wants to start a Psychobilly band.
21. Trains kickboxing two to three times a week and works out the rest of them at the gym.
22. Loves Football (New York Giants), Baseball (Yankees), Basketball (Magic) and MMA.
23. Is a tech nerd and listens to a ton of tech podcasts as well as sports podcasts and has a blog addiction.
24. Operates and owns Extreme Video & Sound, a video and sound rental company which has branches in Las Vegas, Chicago, New York and California.
...okay. Maybe I would not really share that list with anyone.
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