If money was my only motivation, I would organize myself differently.
Every three days on average, I am alone on stage, facing the public.
But I won't deprive myself of singing opera as long as my voice follows.
I have always studied my parts with the orchestral score and not with the piano reduction.
The voice collects and translates your bad physical health, your emotional worries, your personal troubles.
My strength is my enthusiasm.
On the other hand, I have devoted so much energy to reach the top that I accept the stress of being there.
I am never wrong when it comes to my possibilities.
I feel like a little boy who is constantly offered new toys.
Should it happen tomorrow, I would fall to my knees to give thanks to God for such a career.
The atmosphere of the theater is my oxygen.
I then realized that I could never be satisfied again with the mere natural charm of my voice, that I had to constantly paint when singing, melting all the colors, expressing reds and blacks that had to be less primary but bursting with subtly colored combinations.
I feel at home in an orchestral score.
But enough joking. I am singing. This is all my life.
Don't you think it astonishing that, at 58, I am still working at improving my career?
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