Jasmine Holeman. A 19 year old writer, photographer and Mass Communications student from the devilish horns, bloodshot eyes, and smoking snouts of Durham North Carolina. I live to create, plan, and make it happen.
I write, sing, twirl, practice photography, produce beats, dance (a little), and I'm super artsy. I am Jasmine Nicole Holeman, a sophomore studying Mass communications with a concentration in English. I am a seed of two beautiful people. Debbie Holeman and Ben Sullivan met on the campus of North Carolina Central University. While Debbie was studying child development at NCCU, she stayed in a nearby boarding house where Ben was fixing the roof. He shared interest in her and the rest is…well, ME! I had a normal childhood. Nothing too spectacular ever happened because I felt like every day was pretty awesome. I was born the only child to my mother and that I will stay. I was a spoiled brat, I’ll admit.
I was raised in Durham, North Carolina on June 23rd, 1994. In my younger days I was a very active, outspoken, and a sassy young girl.
My parents never married and they didn’t stay together long either. My mom said that they “were too opposite”. I accepted that. Sometimes I did want them together and I used to dream of us being a big family. My dad lives in Charlotte and he has been in my life but he hasn’t been the best dad he could be. I am grateful that he was in my life but I just wish he would have did he’s best.
I participated in everything you can think of; karate, ballet, cheerleading, African dancing, tap dancing, and even a step team. Right before I started middle school I stayed with my dad for summer break and he introduced me to music production. He loves music. He had practically set up a studio in his extra room.
One day he left me alone to go get dinner and when he came back I had recorded so many segments of my singing. I left that week. I got a call two or three days later from my dad happily screaming, “YOU CAN SING! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME? YOU NEED TO MAKE MONEY WITH THAT VOICE!”. I was shocked. I didn’t think I could sing, or even hold a tune. I just kept my gift a secret. From then on my dad introduced me to producing beats with his equipment. I fell in love with music.

Middle school was a total blur.

While attending Hillside High School I wrote for my school newspaper, acted in plays, and twirled in the award winning marching band. I had a pretty decent high school