I lived a very simple life. I worked two jobs, tried to make ends meet, communicated with my mother and twin brother. At this stage I avoided him. The police search at my boyfriend's house was the last straw. I left the guy, and my brother, in order to somehow distract me, offered to return to his group. But I won’t lie, this decision was difficult. Drumming is in my blood, like a drug whose thirst has not been quenched for three long years. The only problem was the lead singer. Yes, it was all about him. It seems that drums are not my only addiction. He's still my drug.