I'm really starting to think everything happens for a reason.

I feel like my little brother has inherited the same musical talents I've been blessed with.

I'm very picky, and I'm never 100% happy with the work I do; I hate watching myself and hearing my voice.

I'm based in London now. I'm renting an apartment, making my own little home. It's great because I am around people all the time and I need my own space to get away from it all.

But I've had to act and not depend on my voice so much.

All I say is that I don't go out with famous men.