Noah had his fair share of struggles. Shitty relationships, having to stretch every dollar. Working two jobs and still trying to get his band off the ground, living with the 3 other guys in the band plus their manager trying to save every penny. It wasn’t all for nothing. He was successful now, had world tours, festivals reaching out for headliner dates.

He got to do something he loved, find a way to express himself, and do it with his friends.

He was a pretty fucking lucky guy. It was an easy thing to forget sometimes. He had his share of mental health problems, anxiety, self image, depression. It comes and goes, he’d learned healthier ways of dealing with it.

Like making music, or playing the guitar, or sitting on the couch watching anime.