Iris was the middle child of a family that seldom sat still. Everyone had their own thing, everyone was always busy. It seemed as if someone was always on their way in or out the door. Her days were busy, filled with playing on her own or chasing after one of her two sisters. Unlike the other two, she relished quiet time when it came, taking the time to use play-doh, read, or her favorite, color. Despite some of the apparent differences between each of the siblings, there was something besides blood and blonde hair that tied them all together--music.
Her family was very musically inclined, including her parents. All the girls had been pushed to learn to master at least one instrument, had been pushed to try and sing. It was to instill some sense of culture, she supposed. Iris had chosen the violin for it's beautiful, warm tones. By the time she was seven, she had firm memories of weekly jam sessions on Friday nights with her family at home, the smiles on everyone's faces.
Beginning her primary education wasn't easy. She struggled to be away from her immediate family for very long, and was entirely uncooperative when they had tried the previous year After school, if her parents weren't home, the girls sat with a babysitter. As time passed, the eldest would become the babysitter herself.
Iris didn't struggle to make friends, and while she found the length of the school day difficult to adjust to as she moved up to Tally proper, it wasn't a bad experience. She lost some friends, gained others. She found she was an average student. Despite her intelligence, she simply didn't have the drive or ability to keep her nose firmly down in her studies. Her mind frequently wandered--what were her friends up to, what adventures awaited her outside, what did the rest of the world look like? She had endless desires to see and explore and do, to try new things.
Blossoming into her teen years, she began to pick up a love for fashion. She began doodling in notebooks, making magazine clippings, doing whatever she could to put together something new. She loved the creativity and innovation involved, and began to dream of a day when she might one day be a designer herself. It was also around this time that she began,at the urging of one of her friends, started singing covers. Unbeknownst to her, they weren't just kept as a home video type deal--they were being uploaded to the internet.