Rhett was worn in Cambridge, England. He was the oldest 7 and from a young age, he was tasked with taking care of his siblings due to his parents working so much. It was hard but he dealt with it. During that time to help cope some, he turned to music and art. He learned how to play several instruments, including guitar and piano and trained vocally. He also found a knack for painting.
He stuck around at home as long as he could but he had to try and chase his dreams so he moved to New York to try and make it as a rockstar. He knew he had the chops for it. He spent several years working odd jobs here and there to eventually make up enough money to use a recording studio. He recorded a 4 song demo and as soon as he got the results, he sent them to every label he could.
As the years passed, denial after denial from the labels hit him and Rhett was down on his luck. He was broke, depressed, and no closer to becoming a rockstar. He never wanted to work a normal job, so making money was difficult. And he was about to be out on the street. So, to make some type of money, Rhett started to dabble into sex work here or there. He was truly desperate. It was okay work. His ‘clients’ weren’t the best but he would take what he could get in the seedy streets of New York City.
It was then when he was approached about a job opportunity in Virginia at a resort named the Haus of Perses. At first, Rhett was skeptical. There was no way something like that could exist. But the more he thought about it, the more he figured, why the fuck not. What did he have to lose? Not much. So, he moved to Virginia, becoming a staff member at the resort.
