( GAVIN LEATHERWOOD. TWENTY FIVE. CISMALE. HE/HIM. ) in texas, MILES ATALA is more commonly known as MILES. they’ve been living in newton for SEVEN YEARS and currently work as a MUSICIAN/BARTENDER. some say they are SENSITIVE & VULNERABLE but i’m more inclined to believe those that say they’re INSPIRED & PASSIONATE. if you walk by their house, you can sometimes hear KING OF WISHFUL THINKING by NEW FOUND GLORY playing from their window. ( misplaced guitar picks, sunflowers in the midday breeze, late night star gazing from rooftop shingles, and acoustic cover songs. )
Miles grew up in Brooklyn, NY. After his mothers divorce from her cheating husband, she moved him and the family back to her hometown, Newton. Growing up in the city made him miss how easy it was to access all the things that spoke to him creatively, like some of the greatest libraries, museums, and other institutions that it had to offer. He comforted himself when they moved by finally picking a passion, his fathers old acoustic guitar. He’d always had a voice that had been meant for singing, but big dreams of leading a band were entirely too dramatic for his liking, besides - he had to contribute.
So, he taught himself guitar, and he eventually found a band through a wanted ad. That band came with the one person that would eventually be his room mate, his best friend. The pair of them shared a shitty two bedroom place, at times, he could have swore that the building should have been condemned, but it didn’t matter. It worked for his salary, which was meager at best. It also worked, because the less he paid, the more money he could pour into the band, recording, and his ever growing collection of guitars.
Eventually, the lease was up and the pair made the decision to move together. For what they told everyone was efficiency, and to save money, they landed themselves a one bedroom house. One. Bedroom. It wasn’t like Miles slept on the couch, but instead shared a bed with the same man he shared that band with, every night. This again, was always given the caveat of casual interaction, a friendship structured solely to benefit their pockets & bank accounts. The house has been through quite a few renovations, both successful, and failed. It does however, house the garden that he tends, usually found singing out in the sun.
The first year they moved in, he planted sunflowers in the front yard. They were the fatal test, the ones that taught him that while his room mate was helpful, a green thumb he did not have. So, he usually takes care of both the flowers, and the garden in the back, by himself. The garage of the place is where the band practices most weeks, and also, where he has stashed his tiny recording studio. He might hate the fact that he wants it, but God, does he want success. He wants to be out of this town, and making music, instead of slinging drinks most nights at Deseo. The problem with that is that the band doesn’t always share his reckless abandon.
This is short but I did it please love me and him.
