I grew up in a bubble.When I was a child, my father kept me in a
fairy universe. He liked to put a little magic in our everyday life. As I was often alone with my books, my imagination wandered a little bit far. I could be at the same time, both the princess and the knight, Iznogoud and the Caliph, Michael Jackson and Tinkerbell. I believe that most of my friends thought I was crazy or a liar, and I always felt “different”. In this world of ponies and rainbows, I was in my parallel universe. The line between my imagination and reality was rather vague for me.
One day I told them that it actually never even crossed my mind to chose a scientific career, so that they could feel reassured, because I would be chosing Litterature by choice and not because I didn’t have any alternative. From this day on, they didn’t annoy me any more nor embarrass me in front of my classmates, which I thought was a pretty good deal. All the same, sometimes teachers are not very smart, or not very sensitive, I don’t know. But sometimes there are teachers who count, teachers who say something that will change your life.
I remember my entrance in this magnificent hotel, the professional welcome of the manager, who invited us to follow him. I followed him with pride, convinced I was a VIP because I was walking next to the manager of such a piece of heaven. When he started to walk on the small bridge which stepped over the swimming pool of the hotel, for the first time I thought to myself: “Wouaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh, when I grow up (if I am not singer-dancer-wife-of-Michael-Jackson), I want to be like him”. I was smiling with all my teeth to my parents. As a result, I then wanted to study for a BTS (2 year technical degree) in Tourism. It seemed coherent and compatible with my passion for languages.
And then, real life happened. The one where you are told that it’s going to be very hard to find a job, even paid peanuts, and even worse for an introverted girl like you. I found quite a lot of different jobs actually, I was lucky sometimes, and I especially had quite a few doors opened thanks to the several languages I could speak. In parallel, I tried to sing and dance. I had left my vocal group from my hometown and I looked for a chance in orchestras or tried to form a group which could perform a few concerts in the area. And I tried quite a lot of castings too. But it was always the same story. A casting, at this time, was always for the same completely stewed projects (it was the “girls band” era, where we tried to lay you songs in the words ” girl power ” clearly written on some toilet paper while they were having a shit; I don’t see how they could have written stuff like that otherwise). How do you want to sing with emotion lyrics like ” oh the boys are bad bad bad, uh watch out, girls are wild”. If you hear anything more stupid, you will die. Anyway, I persevered for a few years, I didn’t manage to have gigs other than in restaurants or bars (it was nice, but it was a bit far from my singer-dancer-wife-from Michael Jackson dream) and after a while in this environment, I understood that I might not become singer-dancer-wife-of-Michael-Jackson.
I still sing under my shower, I still dance on some tracks, and it seems like I might not get married to Michael Jackson anytime soon. But meanwhile, I worked, I was a little bit lucky, I also traveled, met great people including my wonderful BF, and I learned very interesting stuff. The most striking experiences were in fashion and tourism, but unfortunately; nothing to do with my hero of the Sugar Beach.