Once they called me to propose that I end up behind a mixer as an engineer. I was washing clothes and I got particularly nervous because in reality I wanted to end up in front of the mixer, on stage, singing and playing like any teenager who wants to tell a little about himself and who has been lucky enough to have been sent by a piano teacher since he was 6 years old. A teacher who slapped him on the back of the head every time he went out of tune, which may have been the cause of my imbecility. But beyond the specific story, let's try to imagine any teenager who accidentally found himself holding a €19.90 guitar bought on offer, or let's extend it to those who began their rhythmic studies with the pots that Mastrota sold on TV. We also extend to those who sing in the shower using shampoo as a microphone.