My brothers and sisters had put together a real show for the new-lyweds.
They set up an entire stage, complete with lighting and amplifiers. They even
did sound checks. We began by singing folk songs together, then each of us did
his or her own little number. During the few days before, Maman had me
practice several tunes, including "Mamy Blue" (Granny Blue), which I
loved and which I was going to sing accompanied by my brother Daniel at the
piano. Until that moment, I'd only sung at our place, with the family. Almost
every evening after supper, we formed a chorus and sang songs from the old
days, in rounds. Or we did big hits by Jimi Hendrix or Creedence Clearwater
Revival that we all loved so much. A
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lot of times my father took out his accordion and my mother her violin. Daniel and my sister Ghislaine could play any instrument. And if there were no drum sets in the house, they tapped on tables, walls, pots, the refrigerator . . .
While the family did the dishes, somebody stood me up on the kitchen table—my first stage, a kind of theater in the round like the ones I prefer today, with the audience on every side. I sang with all my might, using a fork, spoon, or dishmop as a mike. And I made them all laugh. I wasn't afraid of anything or anyone. The only problem was that I never wanted to stop singing. Once I got started, it was difficult to get me off the table.
One evening, as a joke, or just because they'd had enough, as soon as the dishes were done, my family signaled to each other to slip into the living room, after turning off the light, leaving me all alone on the table with my dishmop in my hands.
It didn't really bother me. In the first place, I knew they didn't intend anything mean by it. None of my brothers or sisters has ever wanted to hurt me; of this I'm sure. What is more, never in my life, in the past or present, have I doubted for a fraction of a second my family's love for me, or the love my brothers and sisters feel for each other and for my parents. When they walked out on my "kitchen concert," I knew it was a game, a trick they were playing on me. They wanted to make us all laugh. So I calmly got off the table and joined them in the living room, where they made sure I had a really good time. We've always loved playing tricks in my family. I think we get it from my father.
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