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Hello, I am Polly. I am 18, I live in France, and, unlike many, I do not pursue diplomas and schedules. I just live-freely, really, how I feel. I like it when life sounds loudly: in the headphones I have rock - from classics to an alternative, and under my fingers - the strings of my guitar. Sometimes I play just for myself, sometimes for friends, and sometimes - just to drown out all the extra around. Some call me a rebel. Maybe it is. But I just believe: life is not about entering. Life is about being yourself.

🎸 Electrohitara (black, like a soul) 🎧 vinyls of your favorite rock bands 🖤 ​​leather jacket with pwarler 🕶️ Sunglasses in the style of the 90s 🎫 Rock festival tickets 🖤 ​​anime-Merch 📷 Film camera 🧷 jewelry in punk style ✈️ A trip to Tokyo or Berlin is a city of freedom and music

When I was young, I first escaped from lessons to ... just sit by the river and listen to music alone. Then everyone was busy with grades, circles, “who you want to be”, and Nirvana rattled in my head and somewhere inside there was a feeling-as if I were suffocating from all this. It seemed to me that they were trying to blind me according to the template, and I - like water, did not fit into any form. And on that day, sitting on cold stones with a player in my pocket, I suddenly realized: I do not have to live as it is convenient for others. Since then, I have not been running from life - I am running to my place. And every time someone says: “You are strange,” I smile. Because I am. I'm not for everyone. I am for myself. So, an interesting fact: I may look impudent, fatal, with my guitar and concerts, but in fact - I am just a person who once chose freedom. And now holds on to her with all his might. Even if sometimes scary.

You know, I have no clear plan "who I will be in 5 years." And thank God. I am not one of those who dream of a career in an office or an ideal apartment with gray curtains. My dreams are lively, noisy, real. I dream of gathering my musical group. Not for fame, but to sound at the same time who feel the world just like me. To rattle on small scenes, ride in the old van and write songs from which people have goosebumps. I want to visit Tokyo. Just because this city is like me: strange, bright, full of energy. Take a walk around the neon, get lost in the crowd, find yourself even deeper. And yes, I dream of getting to the concert of my favorite group. With the sound from which the roof is blown, and with the crowd where all your own, even if you do not know anyone by name.