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.

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

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