And when the sun came up, I fell asleep
Why did I leave the path of life already mapped out for me: kindergarten, school, university, psychology studies, marriage to a young lawyer, heir to a savoury biscuit factory, three children, a second home at Saint-Cyr-Les-Lecques, Tupperware parties...?
Why?
Yes, why?
How did I come to be standing under arc lights in a negligée?
This wasn't exactly the life I had imagined!
When Ray said that I was born to go on the stage. That I had to go to Paris. That I would be a triumph.
Dream on!
The houses at Santa Monica, private jets, tours with the Bolshoi, grand receptions at the Canadian Embassy? I never even got the slightest whiff of them.
Instead of that, my mouth was done in and my hands smelt of fish.
