(Okay, I'm gonna deny the usual form in exchange for a more formal introduction.))<br/><br/>I'm Robert Newstead. Yeah, my last name's the same as the guy in Metallica. I wish things were made better by that. I'm a singer and guitarist in a local NYC band. Unfortunately, we're not that big, and the money's running out. I'm turning 19 soon, and it's killing me that I can't get my career to take off. My parents are already pressuring me to give up and, as they say, "get a real job", but... music is all I can do. I'm not a genius, I'm not athletic, all I have is a voice and fast hands. Music is in my blood, and I guess there isn't room for anything else.<br/><br/>I'm around 5'8 and weigh around 135-ish. I look kind of like a stereotypical goth kid, with the black hair coming down over my eyes, and the black wardrobe. And maybe I am somewhat a stereotypical goth. I'm not going to change my style just because of that.<br/><br/>To make the situation worse, not only am I running out of money, all my bandmates are. There's this one girl who's as into this as I am, with nothing else to do. More than me not being able to bear my own failure, I can't bear to see her fail also.