the day I met him , he was so sweet. he said he liked my shoes and I blushed non stop lmao 💚 He's one of my idols and his talent is just so amazing! I love him
austin wilson I think it was just footage. There isn't any video of him playing when he was a kid I'm sure so he chose the next best thing that trombone video
I was about to say the same thing. I play trombone so I honestly get pretty offended when people call it a trumpet. I figured it wasn't his true instrument though because he wasn't holding it right so I figured they just couldn't find anything of him playing trumpet.
A Trophy Father's Trophy Son isn't about Kellin's dad. It's about his two stepson's and their relationship with their biological father who isn't there for them
i'm surpised i totally missed those fics (especially since I was very active on wattpad back in those days and kellic was pretty popular) even though I've never heard either of their music LMAAO
Is it bad that I got sad because I realized I'm never gonna meet Kellin? Kellin is just one of my biggest inspirations and it just makes me sad that more likely then not, I'm never gonna meet him.
They found success from the start with ears to see and eyes to hear and kellin was there, if you can’t hang just became one of their most popular songs, kellin didn’t join the band late or anything, he was there almost right after it started and it’s success with If you can’t hang had nothing to do with him specifically
He didn't write trophy father trophy sun about his dad I asked him at a meet in great it's about his step kids and he didn't start the band in high school he joined it and than started sleeping with sirens he didn't join that
Hannah there is a interview that talks a lot about it but him and Justin were in a band and they kicked Kellin out and then I forgot who but I think it was Justin started sws and they needed a lead singer
Seeing chase your words on the 24th. I've seen them before/ know them well/ seen them play too many times and they're pretty rad. Kellin made a good choice.
