I've just come off stage and I think I should take a break. I can't talk about what happened, not yet. Maybe I can clear my head while I'm away. it wouldn't take long to reach my destination anyway.
Now I am in Mexico because this is where my cousin lives and I thought I'd visit him. I sat down with a cup of coffee and plate of custard creams. I told him everything that happened and he patiently listened, nodding his head and making sympathetic faces. I felt a weight being lifted off my shoulders and i leaned back in the chair to see what he had to say. "So I guess that means you don't know the whole story," He murmured.
"Huh, I just told you everything, is there something I don't know?"
He explained that it wasn't just that performance put on auto tune. I didn't really know what he was talking about but then he started playing some of my other albums. They were all edited... every single song didn't sound even remotely like my voice. The weight returned to my shoulders but this time it felt ten kilograms heavier.