龍貓아저씨のジャーナルmy private little spaceSkip to contentHome← Older postsJuly 25th 2014Posted on July 26, 2014 | 2 CommentsThis morning I was abruptly woken up by a phone call (after three miss call vibrations) from the production director looking for my roommate.  Well, there went my sleep in – which I thought I deserved for working my arse off under constant stress and self-hatred lately. Anyway, I had a really really long day at the first dress rehearsal for Cesare – which opens this Sunday.  It went well, nothing special.  Didn’t really talk to anyone in particular, neither did something special or spectacular – except a thumb up from the maestro for one of my recit. It’s kinda weird – for some reason I don’t feel like I belong to this production group, or the other one I’m in.  But this is not the first time I feel like such anyway.  I’m here to do my job, as long as I don’t screw up my part that should be fine, I guess? After this seems-like-never-ending rehearsal (you know, Handel’s opera), I had less than 20 minutes to eat and prepare for a coaching session for Herring.And then, an opera gala concert… I was walking out of the concert hall when a guy stopped me and said congratulations.  The first thing that came across my mind was : thank you very much, but I didn’t sing tonight. Just when I was trying to figure out the best response to his kindness, he started : “during the last concert you sang, you were the star of the concert”.  And that – TOTALLY – made my whole month.  And not only that, he gave me a really firm hug.  Just what I needed after this long arse day!Well, to be honest I didn’t expect anyone to remember me.  Especially from a concert I performed in like… two weeks ago? But at least Vincent the ‘gangster’ has his wonderful moment on the stage and being remembered by one of the audiences.  Not bad, not bad at all!→ 2 CommentsPosted in Journal EntryMon HistoirePosted on July 24, 2014 | Leave a commentJe suis toute seule encore une foisSans une ami, sans rien à faireJe suis pas pressée de retrouverMa solitude et ma misèreJ’attends que vienne le soirPour l’évoquer dans ma mémoireJe marche seule et chaque nuitLes rues de la ville m’appartiennentToutes mes pensées s’envolent vers luiEt je mets ma vie dans la sienneParis dort; dans le noirJe peux m’inventer mon histoireMon histoireC’est un rêve qui commenceDans les pagesD’un conte de mon enfanceLes yeux fermésMon prince enfin m’enlaceEt je prie pour que jamaisSon étreinte ne se défasseAvec luiJe ne suis plus la mêmeJ’aime la pluieEt quand on se promèneNos deux ombresComme deux géants qui s’aimentS’allongent à nos piedsEt vont se mirer dans la SeineJe sais bien que j’ai tout inventéJe sais bien qu’il n’est jamais à mes côtésEt pourtant, je continue à croireQu’avec l