Management offered me this position and asked me to sing my song naked. And it’s true that I can’t bring myself to sing this song dressed. So it’s extremely painful, not just for me. It would seem ridiculous to me to be dressed. Well, for now, it might change, because emotionally, it’s strong. If it shocks you, you can imagine that I’m painted entirely in flesh color. We see what we want to see, don’t we?
An experimental summer
So I had a summer, how to say, experimental, that’s what I would say. Fabulous but experimental. First, I exhibited myself, in fact, painted blue in front of 2 billion people, for the Olympics. Then I became a dessert, in China, you can look it up on the Internet.
And then I crossed France with my family, it was good. Well, after that there was a punk with a dog who called me a good-for-nothing in front of my children, nice, thanks. A woman of a certain age told me to my face that I was the shame of France. It’s the one who says who is there that I tell her. Otherwise, in general, people were still adorable with me, it must be said. They told me “bravo, bravo for the Olympics”. As if I had won a gold medal. One evening, in Perpignan, at a restaurant, imagine, I went to the toilet, natural need. And when I came out, the whole room applauded me. Unbelievable. When I had just peed. If I had pooped, what would I have been entitled to? A triumph? A standing ovation? A wave? Come on, come on. A little reason.
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