The Voice
Last year, Gérard was told he would not ever sign again. For him, singing was his life, he was part of big operas and, a few times, had solo shows, which he loved so much! The day he got the bad news he would never be able to sing again, he deeply slept on it, with the help of powerful painkillers, vodka, and a little bit of cocaine. Later, he pulled himself together and figured out his own solution to get his voice and his life back to where they were before the accident. Hopeful, on his way to the Botanical garden, in the bus, he saw a man looking familiar, humming a tune from Gérard's childhood. His mind wandered back to his previous life of concerts and fame. Just like before, each note makes his body tingle and his soul soar a little more. Through the dirty window, as it is often the case at the end of winter, sidewalks strewn with garbage and rock dust. The bus stop pulled him out of his daydreams. Gérard flew out on the sidewalk and ran to the ticket booth. For o...