Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down, and I'd like to take a minute, so just sit right there and I’ll tell you how I became the guitar player of a band called SuperFly.

In west San Salvador born and raised, on the streets was where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out, maxin’, relaxin' all cool, and all shootin’ some soccer-ball outside of the school, when a couple of guys who were in full sequin suits started partying hard in my neighborhood. I got in one little audition and Kid Sparkle said: “C-Funk, you shall funk out and rock out with SuperFly, yeeeaaaoooowwww!!!”

I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said “Fly” and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought “Nah, funk it! Yo homes, to the party, hey!”. I pulled up to Kid Sparkle’s house about 7 or 8, and I yelled to the cabbie “Yo homes smell ya later!”. I entered the party, I was finally there, as the guitar player of SuperFly, straight out of Cudahy.

Fun facts:

• Motto: All the world’s a stage, and we are merely players
• Catchphrase: These are not the droids you’re looking for
• Favorite color: Tie dye
• Favorite food: Funky Cold Medina
• Superpower: Knows the last number of Pi
• Likes: Horror movies, Arthur C Clarke novels, 7 and 9 chords, Seinfeld seasons 7-9, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups
• Dislikes: Not being in tune, celery, taking selfies, Dr Who episodes not with Tom Baker