But the paparazzi are quite malicious and vocal and really rude, … And they camped outside of my house, so I started throwing eggs at them, lobbing them at rocks next to them.
I’m still a kid. I’m like six years old. But it’s just a matter of wanting to get up, it’s just a big journey. I felt like when I left home that I was on a journey, and I still am.
I’m an extremely private dude and all this is happening so damn quick. I really haven’t had any time to rationalize it. But it’s nothing that I’m going to let freak me out or take control of me or my thoughts or my real life.
It’s like anything in life, visualizing the old man you’re going to become: As long as you have a clear picture of that – the life you want to lead – eventually you’ll probably get there.
The reason that you dance and sing is to make the audience feel like they’re dancing and singing. As long as you’re having fun with it and giving it 100 percent, they’re gonna feel that.
My mom and my dad never pushed me into performing. They never prohibited me from trying anything, or being anything. They never restricted me in any way. For which I’ll be forever grateful.
I’ve never had high expectations of my work and I certainly am not going to let that plague my thoughts. I’m just going to continue to choose what feels right for me at the time and go with it.
