“If I wasn’t a singer, I would be a fairy princess.”

I’m so obsessed with Cardi B. I do nothing but sit and watch her Instagram videos.

If you see a fairy tell her I called.

For me, my aim is to just be as good as possible. If people do look up at me I have to set the best example I can.

My goal is to get my music out to as many people as possible. That a song of mine is being played on the radio so far away from home really, really pushes me. It’s everything I’ve dreamed of.

My gang sign is the love heart.

I’m learning to accept myself. I’m still in the process of learning to love who I am.

Social media can sometimes influence the charts, but I think that only great music makes it to the top. The good songs make it.

I’ll bring you flowers in the pouring rain.

I still take a lot of pride in being able to write my own songs. My story’s coming from me.

Success, to me, is just doing things I’m really proud of.

I love Pink and Nelly Furtado – the honesty and truth in their lyrics. I also love Kendrick Lamar and Chance the Rapper.

Don’t talk to me or my son again.

I can’t dance. If I try, I’ll trip onstage.

I never really wanted to base success on charts and chart positioning. For me, it’s really about the shows and seeing them grow.

The brighter the hair the closer to god.

I’m heavily influenced by the Nineties – I love juxtaposing a slip dress with trainers and a vintage leather jacket.

Everyone chases fairytales and magic until love becomes an illusion.

The public wanted a fairy princess to come and touch them and everything would turn to gold. Little did they realise that the individual is crucifying herself inside because she didn’t think she was good enough.

The idea of my life as a fairy tale is itself a fairy tale.

I’d imagine my wedding as a fairy tale… huge, beautiful and white.

I was born an only child in Vienna, Austria. My father found hours to sit by me by the library fire and tell fairy stories.

My soul has painted like the wings of butterflies, Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends

My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies, Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.

Divorce was emotionally traumatic for me. It was the death of a dream. I was in fairytale land, and the reality of it wasn’t so. But I don’t really like talking about it anymore, because it feels like a thousand lifetimes ago, and also it makes me look desperate like I need it for attention.