This is an authorized translation in English of a post in French by Maité Decombe (@mdecombe): L'opéra de ma vie : Je mourrai incandescente

As my primary language is not English, there are probably some mistakes in my translation.

Remember that the person who speaks here is NOT me, Vincent Celier (@vcelier), but Maité Decombe (@mdecombe), a French gal.

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The Opera of my Life

I will die incandescent

Yes, I received the sacred fire. This feeling that is strong and associated with a difficult activity which imposes an investment that is communicated between people with the same passion. Enthusiasm and fire in the service of art, this job is difficult and demanding.

Art is at the service of the beautiful and the sacred. The fire is fed and is leading to perfection.

About this fire, I had met a crazy and awesome show producer. Genius often affects madness. You have to be shifted to create.

He had mounted a festival "West Side Evasion" at the Casino de Soulac (on the Atlantic coast) where he had several speakers including Haroun Tazieff, the famous volcanologist.

Then my intervention to fire the boards. I had notably sung a duet with José Todaro from the Théâtre du Châtelet in Paris. The Land of Smiles, The Tales of Hoffman, La Belle de Cadix were part of the repertoire of the evening.

About fire, the organizer reserved me a surprise at the end of the show, when I claimed my fee for my participation. He replied, "Wait, your reward will be grandiose and fantastic".

And there resounds in the sky a beautiful bouquet of artifice. Toning and bright. I was stunned and the producer made me a big smile, very satisfied with him and this beautiful surprise.

My answer was related to my amazement. I had performed on stage all evening, had assured the show, and all that to hear him say that I would have no fee. My only reward would be this fireworks. Certainly in my honor but which everyone had benefited. In short, I came to participate in the event and then I am rewarded by some thundering firecrackers.

Obviously, this deal does not suit me, I also put myself in firecracker, so angry I was.

He retorted: "How ungrateful you are, little girl," insisting on the ungrateful. "I pay you a royal tribute and you claim money! I am very disappointed in you. "

I had no choice but to resign myself, because the individual was not in his first scam.

Indeed, he had invited many personalities from the city and surrounding areas, on behalf of production. The costs became more and more spectacular (more than the fireworks that had been offered to me). The tradesmen of the town of Soulac and his deputy mayor Xavier Pintat still remember it.

The so-called organizer, Jacques Eugène S. ends up in prison where he liked it a lot, according to his sayings. Nurtured, lodged, television, it was a beautiful vacation he had not had in a long time.

When I first spoke to you about the insane and quirky side of an artist, this is a good example.

The sacred fire can lead to the destruction of a life if you do not know how to master it. I caught a sunburn, a crush, a shot of sunlight to embellish the life of a sacred fire.

(to be continued)

-- Maité Decombe (@mdecombe)

Introduction
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