NIKKI WEBSTER
She’s only 20 years old, but already this songstress has released four albums and endured the scorn of the media. So how has the little girl who stole the show at the Sydney Olympics in 2000 survived her formative years?
By GEORGIA CASSIMATIS
I’m a Sydney girl. I was brought up in an ordinary suburb called Croydon Park, in a typical house – nothing extravagant. My upbringing was very down-to-earth. My mum’s a childcare worker and Dad’s an electrician. We took each day as it came.
Dance classes were my life as a child. I wasn’t sporty or athletic, so I went to dance classes and I felt really comfortable there. There was also an agency at the dance school, so I started going for auditions. My parents weren’t pushy. I never went to an audition thinking, I’m going to get in trouble if I don’t get this. I just loved what I did.
I had the gift of the gab. I’d walk into an audition and start talking my mouth off. My grandad took me to auditions and would wait in the car outside. He’d always ask me why I was in there so long and I’d say, “Oh, we were just yapping away.”
At school, the principal told my mum that I was the littlest one there with the biggest mouth. I was a small kid, yet I was confident. My brother tried to be the protective older sibling at lunchtime, but I would tell him to go away. My independence comes from Mum. She came to Australia by herself from London, on a working visa, at 18. Continue reading IN MY OWN WORDS