“Oh my God, I’m crippled by fear. I have awful stage fright. I don’t know what possesses me to do it. I think I’m going to die young from having so much stress all the time … After my first record I moved out of my mum’s and moved to Notting Hill on my own. My life fell apart. My phone got cut off, my credit card got cut off, the house was a mess. It was awful. I couldn’t function without my mum so I moved back in with her … I’d rather be defeated than one day come in and the rats would be eating me.”
No, Adele, please. It’s too soon. You’re too young. You’re too good. You can’t leave the world until you’ve given it all the magic music in your soul and until you’ve done all you’ve set out to do. Don’t talk like this, please. You’re a gift and you can’t take you back.