I’m the girl who, during choir practice for the Christmas play, with a quite clear gesture, was pointed out about her voice: too acute (I just sung the melody one octave higher, given that the height randomly chosen by the teacher would have challenged even the most vigorous of baritones), it would upset the hearing balance of the class.
Consequently I’m also the girl who sang softly to avoid being heard by my parents and my neighbours because singing would have not been very pragmatic and respectful.
I am a missed palaeontologist, archaeologist, ethologist, biologist (all the professions that end with “ologist” and which require to spend your life on the books), strongly convinced of this up to 11 years old. Then the total frenzy, until the theatre entered my life, which gave the “coup de grace” to my pale certainties.
I’m lazy, laggard, ditzy, forgetful, thoughtful, sensitive and potentially creative… but I shouldn’t be imposed. Impositions in general make me grow anxiety. When I was 20, I discovered I suffer from dizziness (or perhaps I began to suffer), but at 22 I flew on a hang glider, and I’d do it again a thousand times. I live in harmony with nature and water. In another life I might have been a fish or a caveman. I am confident with dogs, cats, parrots and chickens, I get the best advices from them. I have more male hormones than female ones. I spend the first few days of the year in listing good intentions for the future, the next year they will be the same with some other more. Talking implies a superhuman effort to me, so I write and sing… continuously.
Currently I have no neighbours.