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The story of a sleeping beauty …
When is was a child, my sister hated me. She hated me, `cause I was singing all day long, starting very early in the morning, not to miss one second ...
And almost every night I searched the universe in my dreams for the one in a million melody – I remember, that I found it one night and kept singing it the whole day through the next day, not to lose it again ...
Well, I did loose it and I forgot my search.
Although music was always surrounding me during the following years, it seemed as if something inside of me was falling into a deep, long sleep.
Eleven years ago I was kissed awake by my first Jazzworkshop. Thought, if I would go there, I have nothing to lose, but maybe something to win....
What a week! It changed simply everything.
During these eleven years I was learning and studying with wonderful teachers; working with so many different performers, Djs and musicians and “learned” a lot about music. Even more I learned about myself. With every song I sang, a new sound or colour, light in my voice opened up. The education trained to be a Jazz- and Pop vocalist turned out to be a journey to my musical home, back to the one I lost years ago in my childhood.