danielwheeler

i have atrocious grammar. I also care very little about speling.below is a story of summer:One day I was taking a walk downtown, and I found a card. On this card were prints of faces, the same face. On one side it said 'The universe has you right where it wants you'. The other side of the card said August 18th. So I took it with me, and I kept it. August 18th rolled around, and I had forgotten all about the card. That day some of my friends and I were scheduled to draw a picture on the street...

i have atrocious grammar. I also care very little about speling.below is a story of summer:One day I was taking a walk downtown, and I found a card. On this card were prints of faces, the same face. On one side it said 'The universe has you right where it wants you'. The other side of the card said August 18th. So I took it with me, and I kept it. August 18th rolled around, and I had forgotten all about the card. That day some of my friends and I were scheduled to draw a picture on the street with chalk as part of what is called the Chalk Walk as part of Celebrate Erie. One of my friends was late, and we couldn't start without her, so the rest of us decided to go for a walk. We came upon an old building with its doors wide open, and paintings hanging on the walls of the hallway. The artwork intrigued us, so we decided to go inside. In side the building we found rooms upon rooms full of art. There was a stairwell that lead to the very top of the building, with strings hanging down from the top with little white squares attached. I went closer to look at the peculiar squares, and found that they had prints of some very strange faces on them. Then I remembered the card; they were the same faces. So we followed the stairs upward. Along the way we stopped off on the different floors to explore. We found a tea house, and were invited inside to sit and look at more art. We came upon a woman working in a large empty room, and she invited us to her studio, which was on the same floor. There we met her husband, and they told us stories about some of the art she had created, paintings, sculptures, pottery. We decided to continue on our way, and the womans husband gave us brownies he had cut into little triangles because square brownies are just too square. We eventually got to the top of the building to find a large room, the width and length of the entire complex. It was barren, except for a small television and a small chair in one corner with writing on the television that said Do not write on television and a large pile of scrap wood along one wall, along with a projector and table. Each wall was covered in graffiti, but it was tasteful and well done. The windows were open, and it had a fantastic view of the surrounding city. As we left, it started to rain, and the woman we had met before gave us garbage bags. Then we walked in the rain back to the festival, and a hippie man walked by and mentioned something about spreading discourse, so naturally this unexpected use of a rather large word caused us to become immediate friends with him.But it turns out that the hippie man's only purpose was to spread discourse in our hearts, and the friendship was nothing but a twisted, tangled web of lies and deceite.Below is a little bit about myselfI was born Daniel Christopher (Keegan) Wheeler on May 24, 1990 in the untamed mountains of western Colorado, and this is my story. At the age of five, after my mother was diagnosed with colon cancer, my family made the journey from Colorado to the backcountries of Erie, Pennsylvania. At age nine, amid my adventures in the forests and catholic schooling, I grabbed in my first lead role in the Erie Playhouse’s production of Jack and the Beanstalk. Since that time I have gone on to hold many lead roles in productions and television commercials sponsored by the likes of Disney and Marc Brown Studios (the creator of the acclaimed children’s books and television show Arthur). Two years later my mother passed away, my father remarried, and my family moved from our woodland township into the city. There, I was accepted into the nationally accredited Northwest Pennsylvania Collegiate Academy, where I was to study music, literature, and communications. Unfortunately the kind of music I was interested in making didn’t exactly fit in with Collegiate Academy’s idea of perfection, and thus the doors to the music program were quite literally slammed in my face. So, since I could not make music at school, I decided, with the help of my trusty piano, I would create my own opportunities. That is when the songs started coming, and they haven’t stopped coming since. By sixteen, I had secured hosting gigs with two different local radio stations, nationally published some of my written works, and cemented my place as a relevant musical act in a city full of 40-year-old, guitar banging cover rockers. One night, while contemplating my next move, I was struck with the idea to create a massive music and art festival to raise money, in order to aid victims of domestic violence, an issue that had been close to my heart since childhood. This was moment when the “Sounds of Summer” festival was born. From that moment, the event has grown into a multi-million dollar, state-wide, annual event, which I direct, perform in, and generally orchestrate every year. Today I am on the verge of graduating high school, and the future lies endlessly before me. I plan to forego University indefinitely to peruse a career with my music in New York City. I will leave on a train the morning after the “Sounds of Summer” concert this June, my big farewell to Pennsylvania, and from there I plan to change the world for the better. Whatever the future may bring, I know it’s going to be good, and I can always rest assured in the knowledge that I am living for real. You only get one chance, so why not take it and live it with everything you are? When all else is said and done, what will you have left if you don’t? Yes, I am going to live. My name is Daniel Keegan Wheeler, and, truly, my story has not yet even begun.