We All Have A Destiny

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.

Singing Becomes A Form Of Therapy.

The Press Regularly Proclaims My Ambitions And My Financial Demands.

Let Us Be Clear: I Take Ten Times More Money For A Concert Than For An Opera Performance.

Don't You Think It Astonishing That, At 58, I Am Still Working At Improving My Career?