.....born
with the voice of an angel, ticot sings before she can
talk......her range spans ten octaves and can only be heard by certain
animals. From the moment she opens her mouth and makes a sonorous
scream, her voice is her vocation.
Hidden away from the rest of the world, ticot is sent to a nunnery far
away in a small village just outside of parramatta, where a group of
nuns foster her talent and shield her extraordinary beauty.
Deprived of any contact with the outside world.......Ticot has
absolutelly no concept of what she looks like...the nuns forbid the use
of mirrors and Ticot has no toys
receiving a vatican decree to sing before the pontiff
..ticot is escorted by the holy sisters to Rome.....while shopping in
Prada for a nice new outfit for her great aural debut...a sudden cry
breaks the tumult of the piazza...
" Mama mama mama mia........guarda...es la barbie.."
....pandemonium ensues .....the piazza erupts into a horde of
autograph hunters seeking a moment with Barbie....the nuns are forced to
explain to Ticot of just who barbie is....
...struck by her own image ticot takes control of her
persona.......