I stood up and put myself in front of the office door, to get as much space in front of me as possible. My mother had to turn around to see me. I brought the pen to my lips and began singing.

To a magic garden I did stray,

And woke up one enchanted day.

All of a sudden I was feeling very good and confident.

Apparently (at least according to my mother and Rene), I sang as if I really were at the Place des Arts, as if I could see the audience in their chairs, and I was looking at them straight in the eye, in the orchestra, in the dress circle, the balconies. From time to time I even looked at him, at Rene Angelil. That I remember well. Because at one moment I saw that he had tears in his eyes. I then told myself that we had him. I'd never seen a man cry while listening to someone sing. I think that my mother too was really surprised.

When I finished, it was my turn to wait through a century of silence. Rene wiped his eyes. Then he said, as if we hadn't seen anything, "You made me cry."

I still didn't really know him, but I felt that that said everything.

You've got to be pretty "cool" and have a good sense of humor to be around our family without feeling hurt or scared. We really like to make fun of people. My father taught us that. When someone new turns up at our place we always put him through a kind of test. If he comes out of it unscathed, we adopt him for life.

I had watched my brothers and sisters leave home one after the other, but all of them still lived in the neighborhood, and we still

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