I Attended Less Than Two Years Of

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.

When It Becomes Clear That No One Else Shares Your Level Of Passion, You Are Where You Belong.

In The Last Century, Everybody Was Singing Lower.

The Atmosphere Of The Theater Is My Oxygen.

We All Have A Destiny In Accordance With The Breadth Of Our Shoulders. My Shoulders Are Broad.