Britt Warner

Britt Warner

Relinquished from captivity and released back into the wild, I roam my native streets of Los Angeles with fractured instincts, limited survival skills, and severed Stockholm Syndrome that throbs and aches like a phantom limb. Music is my beacon, my guiding light until I die, and as I tread the haunted Strip, the more I sing, the less I cry.

...says that love and creativity are her personal necessities to feel human. "Success is not sufficiently measured in monetary value, but in action." In that respect, she's on top of the world.