We enjoyed one day to rehearse, LA FABRIK, a lovely room of an establishment worthy of Marseille, which is an IME (Institute for Medical and Educational). The pre
EMI Green to be exact, and we agreed to exchange the service against a representation of Zarafa.
Well, I was against it, because it returns me like a glove, these children there, and I was not too sure of keeping my beautiful world appetite, bursting into tears or not liquefy me as a jellyfish in the sun. But Maite, who knows a twisted side, otherwise you mountebank not together like that for roads, said "no history" and "it'll be alright" and "you'll see." So as I am equally confident that his boar a Romanee Conti, I lower the brawn and I'm doing it.
So of course it feels weird, for those not accustomed to find an audience as diverse in age, size, disability, everything. For starters, when nothing has started yet, we stand ready, a cry tears the room. A teenager, I have not seen, seems struck by sudden terror ... we took him out of the room, I am livid. Maite looks at me with a kind of pity that makes me react. Sure, I'll provide.
And here we open the curtain. And then I realize that I am just a poor fool. Before me, only smiles and laughter, applause to each song, wonders, and most importantly, unlike like other children, during the quiet moments, great concentration, even a seriously impressive. So with
Maite, here we go free of wild pig, it wets the shirt (it was 30 ° C rule of thumb, 60 ° C in blood pressure, boiling applause!).
After the show, 250,000 outstretched hands, sometimes confusing issues, "You grew up to sing well? "Boys who come back ten times to shake hands, while a joyous tumult that leaves us a bit
groggy ... I want more. It's crazy right?
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