CONXI

Year 1982.

I was dating a guy.
Well, I thought I was dating him.
Turns out, I wasn’t.
He was a bit full of himself, you know, because he had more hang-ups than I did… and that’s saying something.
He had a nice voice, a bit deep.
He played the “mysterious” type.
He lived in the Principality of Andorra.
Back then, there was only one station: Radio Valira.
And they ran an ad (very 80s style):

*…”We are looking for the voice of 1982. If you have a beautiful voice, enter our contest.”…*

First prize was a job at the station.
Joan—that’s his name—got excited. He thought this was his big break.
So he asked me to enter the contest with him.
And since I was head over heels for him, I said yes.
We spent weeks writing the script… I don’t remember it clearly, something about vampires and how we lived… don’t quote me on that.
I just remember we used a sound effects record and, honestly, it turned out pretty good.
We recorded it on a cassette (the kind you only see in museums now) and sent it in.
The result?
They picked me.
Not him.
His “beautiful” voice meant nothing.

Neither did his “performance.”
I don’t know what they saw in me.
But what I’m sure of is that I moved them.
Without expecting anything—I’d actually forgotten about it—that demo defined my professional future.
Spoiler: I didn’t win.
I came in second.

First place went to a relative of someone at the station.
It pissed me off, but I moved on… the rest is history.