Mika

And I just went completely quiet.

And I just kind of like, you know, almost like a dog does when a dog's really interested.

You pull out the ball and the dog kind of like suddenly pokes up and straightens its back.

Well, apparently I was in his arms and I suddenly straightened up and my back got a little bit, you know, kind of more engaged.

And my hands went up.

And this guy saw that I was reacting to his music and I was listening to him.

And I went, and as he came closer, my hands went up and up and up in the air.

And he kept on getting closer and closer until I went for the strings with my hand and grabbed them and I wouldn't let go.

And I pulled and pulled on the strings of the violin because apparently I wanted to know, you know, where it was coming from.

And so about a year later, they give me for Christmas a violin.

When I saw it, I was over the moon, apparently.

I don't remember this.

But, you know, I was three, four years old or something.

And they leave me with it.

And I'm constantly plucking it and doing things with it.

They leave me with it.

They go off to the kitchen.

And we were living in an apartment at the time in France.

And my dad was working there.

And by the time they came back, I had smashed it into a million pieces.