My Journey – Alex Rivers
I still remember the old, beat-up guitar on my grandfather’s porch. I was 16, clueless but captivated. Every night, I strummed those rusty strings until my fingers were raw. It wasn’t pretty, but it was mine.
Growing up in a small mountain town, dreams like “becoming a musician” felt laughable. I worked double shifts at a diner, playing for tips during breaks. One night, a stranger—Marcus Gale—listened, smiled, and said, “Take risks, kid.” So I did.
I moved to Nashville with nothing but that guitar and a dream. It was hard—rejections, open mic nights, and ramen dinners. But then someone filmed me at a tiny bar and posted it online. That video changed everything.
Now, people know my name. But I still carry that old guitar, a reminder of where it all began: with a dream, a lot of struggle, and a melody I refused to stop playing.
- Alex Rivers
Becky Ress
3 weeks ago
Your passion made you on this level. Keep going👍