I was born in the lion cage of a travelling circus. My mother was Miss Aurora the Lion Woman and my father was The Great Argento, the magican. They both worked at the circus you see.
Since my mother couldn’t possibly take care of a baby she did the only right thing and left me to die in the forest. A pack of wolves soon found me but instead of eating me I won their affections and became part of their family.
So I was raised by wolves. I had a mother and a father and many brothers and sisters. During the long winter nights we would howl at the full moon and it was like music to my ears.
When I was about eleven or so I came upon a lumber jack who was working in the forest. Since he didn’t have any children of his own he took my home to his wife and I spent the rest of my childhood in their good care.
After leaving school I travelled around the world and finally ended up with a gang of Vietnamese pirates. Together we captured many vessels and after a couple of years they made me their captain.
But I grew tired of the pirating life. You have no idea how stressful it can be. Instead I took a job as a stage hand at a theatre in Paris. I made friends with the theatre’s pianist, Gaston, and he taught me how to play. On our spare time we wrote songs together and performed them at bars around the city.
One night after a gig Gaston was stabbed by a man who claimed that he was having an affair with his wife. He suffered for two week before he died and I was with him all the time. Just before he died he looked me deep in the eyes and said: “Don’t give up on music. It would be a shame because you’re very talented. Except for your piano playing witch is shit. Maybe you should learn the guitar?â€
I promised him I would and here I am keeping my promise.
