Beck Sian

Far away and not so long ago, in a land called Oz, there was a bright red-haired little girl who was different. Her favourite things were thunderstorms and dragonflies. Her favourite place was the haunted wood where she would sit and write her songs and poems. Her father was a flyer, her best friend was a tin whistle and her cousin was Kate Bush. Fate rubbed the influences together and suddenly there ignited a bright light - a truly inspired musician with her head planted firmly in the clouds and a poem clenched in each hand.