Everybody wants to tell their story. Thank you so much for stopping by my page. At six years of age, I found a piano in my neighbour’s cellar. Some hours later I was able to play “Do-Re-Mi” from Sound of music with my index finger. I was very fascinated, and have been ever since. After years of piano lessons and music reading, more precisely when I turned twenty, I started singing when I was alone by the piano. I hade discovered so many artists that I reckoned didn’t have the largest voices in the world, but still was able to give life to their stories. I immediately fell in love with the concept of doing both at once, it felt like one drew from the other, organic, simple and a way to completely lose myself. Still I dreaded even the thought of anyone listening in. It felt too personal. One day an old friend of mine (thank you so much if you read this) caught me rehearsing, and stood quietly and listened for a while before I noticed. He insisted that I tried it on an audience. I was scared to death, but took his challenge. I guess it must have been a secret longing that made me cross that line that first time. The show wasn’t all that good, but afterwards I felt like I was floating in a cloud. I was so happy! Singing and playing for people makes me incredibly full of joy.