The beginning of all beginnings

Singing wasn’t natural to me. I’m confident when I tell you that I had no real talent for the stage. But like many Argentinians, we don’t have qualms when it comes to doing whatever we have to do with the confidence of a pro. That in itself is a true talent. In fact, I can assure you that a lot of my first steps as an artist happened thanks to my environment and my roots.

As far as I know, there are no musicians in the family. So it was no surprise to me that my relatives didn’t care much about my singing career. My generation of cousins is a different breed for sure, but in general, no one really cared if I was a broke songwriter or a million-dollar performer. Check on the former, TBD on the latter.

I’ve always wanted to be a dancer. Since my early childhood, that was what really got me in every single play at school. I was happy dancing traditional dances like Chacarera, Gato, or even the Carnavalito. My grandma made me a pink long skirt with a white crochet detail for those occasions. She was my personal stylist and biggest supporter.
I continued participating in events at school during my whole student life and because I was attending a Catholic School, it was only a matter of time before I ended up in the church choir.

I was 11 when I starting attending, and that’s when I discovered a big lesson in the music industry: You get the best opportunities if you know the right people. I was placed in the back of the choir, singing the basic notes while the daughter of the Director was at front doing solos. Envy is a powerful thing and I was determined to go up in the ranks to get to the front and sing to Jesus like a modern Mariah Carey! Because that was important too. Of course. Let’s not forget about Jesus.

During all the years I spent in that choir, I was not able to convince the Director to give me a chance. Maybe I wasn’t good enough to be a soloist, or maybe she was biased. We won’t know, but what I did know was that singing had become like the air I was breathing.

By the time I was 14, I had saved all my lunch money to buy a second-hand acoustic guitar. My angsty teenage self thought it was extremely profound to DIY my guitar so I wrote the Britney Spears quote “Without my wings, I feel so small…” under the bridge. If that doesn’t paint a picture of my artistry back then, nothing will.

Shortly after that purchase, I composed my first song. It would be impossible for me to ever erase that song from my brain. It’s not even that good, but it was the first time I was able to combine my love for writing and music. I don’t think it will ever see the light, but for sure, it will remain a pivotal moment in my career.