gabro is not a character (except when he is)

People ask me sometimes, “Is gabro like, your stage persona?”

And I get it. He’s loud, he’s sharp, he sparkles like he has something to prove. But he’s not a role I slip into like a costume. He’s not separate from me. He’s not fiction.

gabro is what happens when I stop holding back.
He’s me, without the volume turned down.

✨🖤✨

He’s not a performance. He’s an amplification.
Every time I got told I was too much, gabro took notes. Every time I swallowed my opinion to keep the peace, he filed it away for later. He’s the part of me that remembers what it’s like to be dismissed, overlooked, underestimated—and instead of folding, he shows up louder, smarter, funnier, and, yes, a little glittery.

He’s not wearing armor; he is the armor. Built from every time I wasn’t heard, shaped by the fire I used to hide, and held together by the belief that truth doesn’t have to be quiet to be kind.

🎤🕶️🍸

gabro is not soft around the edges. He’s deliberate. He speaks when I used to stay silent. He makes bold choices, sometimes chaotic ones, but they all come from the same place: freedom. He’s the version of me that survived self-doubt and turned it into stage presence. He’s not pretending to be anything. He’s just not apologizing for who he is.

I’m not trying to create a brand. I’m trying to tell the truth in a way that hits visually, sonically, and emotionally. gabro is the delivery system. The megaphone. The aftershock.

And yeah, sometimes he looks a little extra. That’s not for show. That’s because when you’ve spent years shrinking, there’s a kind of joy in showing up too big, too bright, too bold on purpose. Not to be seen, but to remind yourself you’re not hiding anymore.

💡🔥💋

When I’m home in a hoodie eating chips at midnight, I’m still me. That quiet version of myself is sacred. But when the lights come on, when the beat drops, when it’s time to say something that might actually mean something, that’s when gabro walks in. Not as a mask. Not as a character. As the fullest, fiercest part of me.

So no, gabro isn’t a persona.
Except when he is.

And even then, he’s still telling the truth. Just with better lighting and louder music.

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