I miss singing. To an audience, I mean…I miss singing to an audience. Singing alone is different…it’s something that you enjoy, sometimes something that you experiment with.
I can’t really explain the energy that you feel when you’re singing to an audience, and the best part that comes afterwards…when you slip backstage all sweating and you feel like you’re...floating.

Don’t you get scared growing older? Because things don’t happen as you plan them to, and you begin to wonder if they would happen at all. And where do you go wrong?
Then things start to take strange turns; things that you never planned happens, and you get even more worried, because nobody can have too many good things happening to them.
What about the things that you plan, that you want for yourself? How do you make sure that they come true?
Suddenly it strikes you that you’re running out of time and you need to rush things. And you’re very much willing to cooperate, it’s just that you don't know where to start.
And what if they don’t happen? Are you willing to let go?
I don’t think I can. I’m not ready.
I’m probably fighting a losing battle but it’s not a lost case until the fight ends. They don’t invent these aphorisms for nothing.