Letter To Heros
Dear Friend
I'm seeing 30stm in...14 hours, and, i just wanted to share a letter i'm giving them.

so...here


To the Warriors and Keepers of the Gate, We Await.

The warriors, on the front lines of vocal expression and imagery, painting murals of triumph, and loss.  These are the people in our lives that influence us greatly.  The human existence as a breathing entity, in itself, is a general.  To his disposal, are the warriors.  Those who shake the earth with delicate emotion, challenging the balance of life, and survival.

I am a warrior, and I am a general.  I thrust into battle, my own emotion, my own living entity, to shake the existence of others, in a vain attempt that, I have protected the home fort, and destroyed the wall of denial.  In the hope, that, I have brought another, to feel.  In the same right, I am a general, taking to my command, I gather warriors, artists, to force me to feel.  In the raging co-existence that is a war, called life, I have come to recognize what separates a general’s position, from a warrior.

There is but no thin red line to separate the two.

A general feels, commanding the warriors below him.  A warrior denies, purging forth all foreword emotion available to him, to bring another warrior to feel, and become a general.  War of emotions, of images, of words, and of sound.  The positions of man are constantly changing on the battlefront of expression, fueled by none other, than the desire to share.

This is a letter for Warriors.

I speak to you as a general, expressing my gratitude for your labors, in this war.   I speak to you as a warrior, expressing equal gratitude, as a comrade in battle.

The band, 30 Seconds To Mars, is in no way, that of a straight-foreword project.  Each strike of a drum, each throng of a bass, shriek of a guitar, and chorus of vocals, is done with such intense, metaphoric sentiment, that it forces a listener to consider, to understand.  It is a projection of such intense emotion, that, many cannot fathom, what is presented to them, as a whole.  Rather, it is broken, into a constant crash course in feeling, that, is much like a religious experience. 

Its about, finding yourself.
Its about, moving foreword.

In the two albums produced by the band, fans find themselves in new ways, in every new song, analyzing and taking in lyrics; comparing them to their own lives.  People flock to communities, sharing these experiences.  It’s a great, dysfunctional network, filled with new lessons, brought up by music, and emotion.  A Community, a family, linked together in a genealogical asset that is embraced by all spectators of emotion.  The need to feel, and the ability to find it in the band 30 seconds to mars. 

Personally, the band, you, as warriors, has shifted and shaped my life, to such a great extent, that, my life has nearly, conformed to fit, a new opinion of what, existence is about.  Opinions have changed, and I’ve grown, as a result through, this music, that has effected me, in ways, that are impossible to deny. 

I’ve found myself.
I’ve moved foreword.

I grew up, being told, that there was no career in the arts, that the only way to grow and live successfully, was to be a professional in your field.  I never realized, what true love for an art was, because, I was never allowed to get close to them.  30 Seconds to Mars, as a band, and Jared, Shannon, Tomo, and Matt (now, Welcoming, Tim) as individuals, have revealed these lies, to show the honesty to the matter.  I can be an artist, I can pursue something, that I love. 

After my graduate year of High school, in 2009, I’ve now planned, to go to Emerson school of the arts, in Boston, Massachusetts, to follow a dream, that, I’ve only now come to realize, has been a massive part of my existence.  My new dream, is to express myself, with moving picture- to major in Film Making as a whole, and hopefully, get a message out.

I’ve learned to follow my dreams, despite the disapproval of parents.
Living out of an apartment, seems nominal, when it’s paired with doing what you love.  To live a miserable life working in an office, yet being a massively rich individual, was never my style anyway.

It was always about the passion.
I just happened to listen to the wrong people.

This letter, and ultimately, this entire gift I am presenting to you, 30 Seconds To Mars, Jared, Shannon, Tomo and Tim, is how you have affected me throughout the period, in which, your music has taken my life in a chokehold, and forced me, to listen, to what is in myself.  Drawings, Small Scripts, and even, the beginnings to an epic adventure, are in the pages to follow, given to you, to interpret, as you wish. 

Technically, once this gift is handed over, I have no control over it.  Technically, you may turn it into a bonfire and roast marshmallows over it.

But that wouldn’t be very nice, now, would it?

This is an invitation, to see yourselves through the eyes of a fan.  You are invited, into my mind, and my thoughts, where, every day, your music, causes utter havoc (a good kind of havoc). 
This is an invitation, into my world.

Enjoy your stay, but please, stay out of room 6277.


love always
megan leach