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June 30, 2020 at 12:25 AM

Yes!!

So she used some of her old shoes? I'm shocked

June 30, 2020 at 05:50 AM

So she used some of her old shoes? I'm shocked

Haha me too since it’s so very old.

June 30, 2020 at 06:10 AM

Haha me too since it's so very old.

Perhaps she remembered they were very sturdy for dancing

June 30, 2020 at 04:00 PM

Have you guys heard this alternate version?

"A limited edition, titled The Essential 3.0, was released exclusively in the United States on 29 August 2011. It was expanded with a bonus third CD with seven tracks, including alternate versions of "Think Twice" and "Only One Road".

June 30, 2020 at 11:40 PM

I love, love how this site has managed to arrange its new layouts

The sections are clear and you may have an outlook about Céline's life and career throughout almost the last 40 years

http://www.celinedionweb.com/en/home/

http://www.celinedionweb.com/en/through-the-years/

http://www.celinedionweb.com/en/unreleased-songs/

July 1, 2020 at 12:19 AM

I love, love how this site has managed to arrange its new layouts

The sections are clear and you may have an outlook about Céline's life and career throughout almost the last 40 years

http://www.celinedionweb.com/en/home/

http://www.celinedionweb.com/en/through-the-years/

http://www.celinedionweb.com/en/unreleased-songs/

Nice

July 1, 2020 at 03:15 AM

I love, love how this site has managed to arrange its new layouts

The sections are clear and you may have an outlook about Céline's life and career throughout almost the last 40 years

http://www.celinedionweb.com/en/home/

http://www.celinedio...ough-the-years/

http://www.celinedio...released-songs/

Really cool!

July 1, 2020 at 01:59 PM

Jeez I miss her.... :wub:

July 1, 2020 at 04:25 PM

I don't need to see her face, I just want to know what she's doing! lol

July 1, 2020 at 09:10 PM

Does anyone know the story of when Celine hid Rene's picture under her pillow and was secretly kissing it every night? It's the one where Celine confronts Rene about her feeling for him and tells him that she knows he isn't happy in his marriage, she wanted him to admit that he had feelings for her as well.

I think it might be from the book called: My Story My Dream? I am not sure though. I remember this story was posted to the forum a few years back. If anyone wouldn't mind re posting it again, I would really appreciate it! This is the most detailed description of Celine's feelings for Rene as a teen and what emotions she was going through at that time in her life, so I would really love to be able to read again. :-D

July 1, 2020 at 10:12 PM

Have you guys heard this alternate version?

"A limited edition, titled The Essential 3.0, was released exclusively in the United States on 29 August 2011. It was expanded with a bonus third CD with seven tracks, including alternate versions of "Think Twice" and "Only One Road".

I just bought that version ,cant wait to get it,

July 2, 2020 at 01:19 AM

Does anyone know the story of when Celine hid Rene's picture under her pillow and was secretly kissing it every night? It's the one where Celine confronts Rene about her feeling for him and tells him that she knows he isn't happy in his marriage, she wanted him to admit that he had feelings for her as well.

I think it might be from the book called: My Story My Dream? I am not sure though. I remember this story was posted to the forum a few years back. If anyone wouldn't mind re posting it again, I would really appreciate it! This is the most detailed description of Celine's feelings for Rene as a teen and what emotions she was going through at that time in her life, so I would really love to be able to read again.

I had never heard that story before, and was shocked at it. Celine! Anyway, you're right it is in My Story My Dream, her only official biography.

I'd go to bed with my cheeks softly tingling-and with a little of his cologne on my skin. He'd leave to meet his friends. Whether we were in Chicoutimi or Val d'Or in Quebec, or in Ottawa, he always had some people to meet. He would play cards or go see a show at a nightclub. He lived in a mysterious world that I dreamed of entering, a world that seemed very glamorous and exciting. But I was just fifteen or sixteen years old, and I hadn't even lost my baby teeth, as my mother used to say.For the first time in my life, I was hiding something from Maman, hiding my budding love for Rene. I must have told her at least a hundred times that he was dear to my heart, but I never dared tell her that I dreamed of him every night: how he would come to my bed to get me and take me away to a desert island where we made love. I never told her about the torrid movies that he was starring in more and more often.I'd found-where I don't know-a photo of him that I gazed at a thousand times a day without my mother knowing and that I covered with kisses at night, in my bed. I rubbed it against my cheek. It slipped onto my neck like a kiss and slid onto my shoulders. Before I fell asleep, I slipped it under the pillow, out of fear that my mother, who always shared a room with me, would find it.

One morning, I woke up with the photo of my love on the pillow, in full view, next to my head. My mother had already gotten up, washed, dressed, and even opened the curtains. She must have seen the photo. I was scared stiff that she'd talk to Rene about it, that she'd tell him that I had a crush on him and that he'd better be careful with me if he didn't want any trouble from her. And that it would be best for me to get over it as soon as possible.

If she'd seen that precious photo, she must not have believed there could be anything serious between Rene and me. I understood her. Rene's head and heart were somewhere else.

As soon as I left the stage and work was over, he didn't see me. It was as if I no longer existed. In his eyes, I turned back into an ordi-nary little girl who wasn't very pretty, with inordinately long and prominent canines (some humorists had nicknamed me Dracula), bushy eyebrows, too long a face still encumbered by baby fat, with a big nose and lips that were too thin.

If he ever spoke to me in a personal way, it was about what I was onstage and TV, about Celine Dion the singer, never about me in real life.

And so, I never wanted to leave the stage because it was the only place I felt I existed for him. Probably it was his watching me that started to make me love being onstage or in front of the cameras or even in the recording stu-dio, singing. Just to fascinate him more.I say that now, but I no longer really know what went through the head of the teenager I was. I don't even know any longer how or when my love for Rene began, when his hold on my emotions became too obvious to ignore.Sometimes I saw him standing so attentively in the shadows, in the audience that was watching me and applauding or gaping. And each time it was magic; I sang for him so that he'd think I was good, so that he'd tell me again and again, "You're the best." And so I could make the tears come to his eyes.

I was sixteen. I no longer knew how to get over him. I was already hopelessly in love.

...

He was never capable of telling me he didn't love me. That's what kept me, I think, from completely falling apart.

I knew he loved me. If he'd said he didn't, I would never have believed him. And I just couldn't understand why he was refusing the love I had to offer. Why he was rejecting me and rejecting our happiness. I myself had never had the slightest hesitation. Not for a fraction of a second had I ever thought of doing harm to anyone. I knew his marriage to Anne-Renee was over. Not because of me. There was no longer any love between them now, either on Rene's side or on Anne-Renee's. Finally I realized he was trying to patch up his marriage for the sake of the children. And I said to him: "Do you really think making yourself unhappy can make your children happy?" He didn't answer. "Your happiness is with me, and you know it. Tell me it's not, if you can."

I found the full book published on a website (it's a Russian domain, so use at your own risk, but seems fine to me): http://yanko.lib.ru/...o/dion-book.htm

Edited July 2, 2020 at 01:33 AM by PuraVida

July 2, 2020 at 01:58 AM

It's very funny to scroll through this book, learning things along the way.

Celine went through a phase where she was obsessed with Olivia-Newton John. Also, she got the song Color of My Love after Streisand/Natalie Cole/Whitney Houston all wanted it... and she called Rene "plump but handsome".

July 2, 2020 at 06:28 PM

I don't need to see her face, I just want to know what she's doing! lol

Just click on a face ! ;-)

July 2, 2020 at 10:41 PM

I had never heard that story before, and was shocked at it. Celine! Anyway, you're right it is in My Story My Dream, her only official biography.

I'd go to bed with my cheeks softly tingling-and with a little of his cologne on my skin. He'd leave to meet his friends. Whether we were in Chicoutimi or Val d'Or in Quebec, or in Ottawa, he always had some people to meet. He would play cards or go see a show at a nightclub. He lived in a mysterious world that I dreamed of entering, a world that seemed very glamorous and exciting. But I was just fifteen or sixteen years old, and I hadn't even lost my baby teeth, as my mother used to say.For the first time in my life, I was hiding something from Maman, hiding my budding love for Rene. I must have told her at least a hundred times that he was dear to my heart, but I never dared tell her that I dreamed of him every night: how he would come to my bed to get me and take me away to a desert island where we made love. I never told her about the torrid movies that he was starring in more and more often.I'd found-where I don't know-a photo of him that I gazed at a thousand times a day without my mother knowing and that I covered with kisses at night, in my bed. I rubbed it against my cheek. It slipped onto my neck like a kiss and slid onto my shoulders. Before I fell asleep, I slipped it under the pillow, out of fear that my mother, who always shared a room with me, would find it.

One morning, I woke up with the photo of my love on the pillow, in full view, next to my head. My mother had already gotten up, washed, dressed, and even opened the curtains. She must have seen the photo. I was scared stiff that she'd talk to Rene about it, that she'd tell him that I had a crush on him and that he'd better be careful with me if he didn't want any trouble from her. And that it would be best for me to get over it as soon as possible.

If she'd seen that precious photo, she must not have believed there could be anything serious between Rene and me. I understood her. Rene's head and heart were somewhere else.
As soon as I left the stage and work was over, he didn't see me. It was as if I no longer existed. In his eyes, I turned back into an ordi-nary little girl who wasn't very pretty, with inordinately long and prominent canines (some humorists had nicknamed me Dracula), bushy eyebrows, too long a face still encumbered by baby fat, with a big nose and lips that were too thin.
If he ever spoke to me in a personal way, it was about what I was onstage and TV, about Celine Dion the singer, never about me in real life.
And so, I never wanted to leave the stage because it was the only place I felt I existed for him. Probably it was his watching me that started to make me love being onstage or in front of the cameras or even in the recording stu-dio, singing. Just to fascinate him more.I say that now, but I no longer really know what went through the head of the teenager I was. I don't even know any longer how or when my love for Rene began, when his hold on my emotions became too obvious to ignore.Sometimes I saw him standing so attentively in the shadows, in the audience that was watching me and applauding or gaping. And each time it was magic; I sang for him so that he'd think I was good, so that he'd tell me again and again, "You're the best." And so I could make the tears come to his eyes.
I was sixteen. I no longer knew how to get over him. I was already hopelessly in love.

...

He was never capable of telling me he didn't love me. That's what kept me, I think, from completely falling apart.

I knew he loved me. If he'd said he didn't, I would never have believed him. And I just couldn't understand why he was refusing the love I had to offer. Why he was rejecting me and rejecting our happiness. I myself had never had the slightest hesitation. Not for a fraction of a second had I ever thought of doing harm to anyone. I knew his marriage to Anne-Renee was over. Not because of me. There was no longer any love between them now, either on Rene's side or on Anne-Renee's. Finally I realized he was trying to patch up his marriage for the sake of the children. And I said to him: "Do you really think making yourself unhappy can make your children happy?" He didn't answer. "Your happiness is with me, and you know it. Tell me it's not, if you can."

I found the full book published on a website (it's a Russian domain, so use at your own risk, but seems fine to me): http://yanko.lib.ru/...o/dion-book.htm

Thank you!

July 3, 2020 at 07:05 AM

I had never heard that story before, and was shocked at it. Celine! Anyway, you're right it is in My Story My Dream, her only official biography.

I'd go to bed with my cheeks softly tingling-and with a little of his cologne on my skin. He'd leave to meet his friends. Whether we were in Chicoutimi or Val d'Or in Quebec, or in Ottawa, he always had some people to meet. He would play cards or go see a show at a nightclub. He lived in a mysterious world that I dreamed of entering, a world that seemed very glamorous and exciting. But I was just fifteen or sixteen years old, and I hadn't even lost my baby teeth, as my mother used to say.For the first time in my life, I was hiding something from Maman, hiding my budding love for Rene. I must have told her at least a hundred times that he was dear to my heart, but I never dared tell her that I dreamed of him every night: how he would come to my bed to get me and take me away to a desert island where we made love. I never told her about the torrid movies that he was starring in more and more often.I'd found-where I don't know-a photo of him that I gazed at a thousand times a day without my mother knowing and that I covered with kisses at night, in my bed. I rubbed it against my cheek. It slipped onto my neck like a kiss and slid onto my shoulders. Before I fell asleep, I slipped it under the pillow, out of fear that my mother, who always shared a room with me, would find it.

One morning, I woke up with the photo of my love on the pillow, in full view, next to my head. My mother had already gotten up, washed, dressed, and even opened the curtains. She must have seen the photo. I was scared stiff that she'd talk to Rene about it, that she'd tell him that I had a crush on him and that he'd better be careful with me if he didn't want any trouble from her. And that it would be best for me to get over it as soon as possible.

If she'd seen that precious photo, she must not have believed there could be anything serious between Rene and me. I understood her. Rene's head and heart were somewhere else.
As soon as I left the stage and work was over, he didn't see me. It was as if I no longer existed. In his eyes, I turned back into an ordi-nary little girl who wasn't very pretty, with inordinately long and prominent canines (some humorists had nicknamed me Dracula), bushy eyebrows, too long a face still encumbered by baby fat, with a big nose and lips that were too thin.
If he ever spoke to me in a personal way, it was about what I was onstage and TV, about Celine Dion the singer, never about me in real life.
And so, I never wanted to leave the stage because it was the only place I felt I existed for him. Probably it was his watching me that started to make me love being onstage or in front of the cameras or even in the recording stu-dio, singing. Just to fascinate him more.I say that now, but I no longer really know what went through the head of the teenager I was. I don't even know any longer how or when my love for Rene began, when his hold on my emotions became too obvious to ignore.Sometimes I saw him standing so attentively in the shadows, in the audience that was watching me and applauding or gaping. And each time it was magic; I sang for him so that he'd think I was good, so that he'd tell me again and again, "You're the best." And so I could make the tears come to his eyes.
I was sixteen. I no longer knew how to get over him. I was already hopelessly in love.

...

He was never capable of telling me he didn't love me. That's what kept me, I think, from completely falling apart.

I knew he loved me. If he'd said he didn't, I would never have believed him. And I just couldn't understand why he was refusing the love I had to offer. Why he was rejecting me and rejecting our happiness. I myself had never had the slightest hesitation. Not for a fraction of a second had I ever thought of doing harm to anyone. I knew his marriage to Anne-Renee was over. Not because of me. There was no longer any love between them now, either on Rene's side or on Anne-Renee's. Finally I realized he was trying to patch up his marriage for the sake of the children. And I said to him: "Do you really think making yourself unhappy can make your children happy?" He didn't answer. "Your happiness is with me, and you know it. Tell me it's not, if you can."

I found the full book published on a website (it's a Russian domain, so use at your own risk, but seems fine to me): http://yanko.lib.ru/...o/dion-book.htm

Céline! Wow! I don’t know what to say but yeah! Wow! So she was in love with Rene since she was a teenager..

July 3, 2020 at 06:46 PM

Céline! Wow! I don’t know what to say but yeah! Wow! So she was in love with Rene since she was a teenager..

It was definitely some intense teenage hormones going on...and more! If she went a couple days without seeing him, she couldn’t cope!

July 3, 2020 at 07:14 PM

It was definitely some intense teenage hormones going on...and more! If she went a couple days without seeing him, she couldn’t cope!

Céline! Wow! I don’t know what to say but yeah! Wow! So she was in love with Rene since she was a teenager..

Now when you listen to Trois Heures Vingt, C’est Pour Toi, D’Amour ou D’amitié, Avec Toi, Partout Je Te Vois -or really MOST of her teenage repertoire- you understand that Eddy Marnay knew exactly what was up all along ...

July 3, 2020 at 09:51 PM

I had never heard that story before, and was shocked at it. Celine! Anyway, you're right it is in My Story My Dream, her only official biography.

I'd go to bed with my cheeks softly tingling-and with a little of his cologne on my skin. He'd leave to meet his friends. Whether we were in Chicoutimi or Val d'Or in Quebec, or in Ottawa, he always had some people to meet. He would play cards or go see a show at a nightclub. He lived in a mysterious world that I dreamed of entering, a world that seemed very glamorous and exciting. But I was just fifteen or sixteen years old, and I hadn't even lost my baby teeth, as my mother used to say.For the first time in my life, I was hiding something from Maman, hiding my budding love for Rene. I must have told her at least a hundred times that he was dear to my heart, but I never dared tell her that I dreamed of him every night: how he would come to my bed to get me and take me away to a desert island where we made love. I never told her about the torrid movies that he was starring in more and more often.I'd found-where I don't know-a photo of him that I gazed at a thousand times a day without my mother knowing and that I covered with kisses at night, in my bed. I rubbed it against my cheek. It slipped onto my neck like a kiss and slid onto my shoulders. Before I fell asleep, I slipped it under the pillow, out of fear that my mother, who always shared a room with me, would find it.

One morning, I woke up with the photo of my love on the pillow, in full view, next to my head. My mother had already gotten up, washed, dressed, and even opened the curtains. She must have seen the photo. I was scared stiff that she'd talk to Rene about it, that she'd tell him that I had a crush on him and that he'd better be careful with me if he didn't want any trouble from her. And that it would be best for me to get over it as soon as possible.

If she'd seen that precious photo, she must not have believed there could be anything serious between Rene and me. I understood her. Rene's head and heart were somewhere else.
As soon as I left the stage and work was over, he didn't see me. It was as if I no longer existed. In his eyes, I turned back into an ordi-nary little girl who wasn't very pretty, with inordinately long and prominent canines (some humorists had nicknamed me Dracula), bushy eyebrows, too long a face still encumbered by baby fat, with a big nose and lips that were too thin.
If he ever spoke to me in a personal way, it was about what I was onstage and TV, about Celine Dion the singer, never about me in real life.
And so, I never wanted to leave the stage because it was the only place I felt I existed for him. Probably it was his watching me that started to make me love being onstage or in front of the cameras or even in the recording stu-dio, singing. Just to fascinate him more.I say that now, but I no longer really know what went through the head of the teenager I was. I don't even know any longer how or when my love for Rene began, when his hold on my emotions became too obvious to ignore.Sometimes I saw him standing so attentively in the shadows, in the audience that was watching me and applauding or gaping. And each time it was magic; I sang for him so that he'd think I was good, so that he'd tell me again and again, "You're the best." And so I could make the tears come to his eyes.
I was sixteen. I no longer knew how to get over him. I was already hopelessly in love.

...

He was never capable of telling me he didn't love me. That's what kept me, I think, from completely falling apart.

I knew he loved me. If he'd said he didn't, I would never have believed him. And I just couldn't understand why he was refusing the love I had to offer. Why he was rejecting me and rejecting our happiness. I myself had never had the slightest hesitation. Not for a fraction of a second had I ever thought of doing harm to anyone. I knew his marriage to Anne-Renee was over. Not because of me. There was no longer any love between them now, either on Rene's side or on Anne-Renee's. Finally I realized he was trying to patch up his marriage for the sake of the children. And I said to him: "Do you really think making yourself unhappy can make your children happy?" He didn't answer. "Your happiness is with me, and you know it. Tell me it's not, if you can."

I found the full book published on a website (it's a Russian domain, so use at your own risk, but seems fine to me): http://yanko.lib.ru/...o/dion-book.htm

I know you answered my question already and I'm very grateful. I wasn't even gonna ask you this, but would you mind posting the entire thing of what was said? I never feel confortable clicking links. I know there is more to the story, where Celine talks about Rene not giving her any attention after her mom found the picture and she couldn't eat because of it and than she decided to contront him about it. There is more detials about what she told him? I remember thinking when I first saw the story that Celine was sooooo mature for her age. I couldn't believe it. It would take so much nerve alone to confront him like that, let alone have those feelings for him at the time.

July 3, 2020 at 10:01 PM

It was definitely some intense teenage hormones going on...and more! If she went a couple days without seeing him, she couldn't cope!

And that's probably what made her a better singer. She wanted to impress René so she probably practiced non stop to be her very best.

July 4, 2020 at 03:33 PM

I haven't listened to "Fly" in such a long time. It just shuffled through. JJG is a lyrical mastermind. :wub:

July 4, 2020 at 06:07 PM

And that's probably what made her a better singer. She wanted to impress René so she probably practiced non stop to be her very best.

Yeah she always pushed herself to be the best... for René.... makes you wonder if she still has that "push" nowadays.

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July 4, 2020 at 07:24 PM

Yeah she always pushed herself to be the best... for René.... makes you wonder if she still has that "push" nowadays.

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thats a good question

July 4, 2020 at 07:35 PM

Yeah she always pushed herself to be the best... for René.... makes you wonder if she still has that "push" nowadays.

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Maybe for Pepe!

July 4, 2020 at 08:32 PM

Maybe for Pepe!

"I'm falling into youuuu"

July 4, 2020 at 11:20 PM

Maybe for Pepe!

Pfff Celine will probably come out of the quarantine time saying.... "Qu'est-ce que c'est... Pepe?! :shifty:

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July 4, 2020 at 11:38 PM

I love, love how this site has managed to arrange its new layouts

The sections are clear and you may have an outlook about Céline's life and career throughout almost the last 40 years

http://www.celinedionweb.com/en/home/

http://www.celinedio...ough-the-years/

http://www.celinedio...released-songs/

Obsessed! :w00t:

Edited July 4, 2020 at 11:38 PM by smw

July 5, 2020 at 10:47 AM

Yeah she always pushed herself to be the best... for René.... makes you wonder if she still has that "push" nowadays.

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I think her push to be the best and give the best of herself is innate in her... I don't think she's very ambitious anymore, but when she gets a chance to shine, she will. I mean, she's never really had a failure, so she probably never thought she never was on top in a sense. She's still making huge amounts of money, can go on a world tour and sell out...who else can say that?

July 6, 2020 at 01:36 AM

Just discovered that Celine’s Carpool Karaoke has more views than Madonna’s. That’s nice. And Madonna had two more years to make views.

July 6, 2020 at 09:28 AM

Ennio Morricone, the legendary Italian composer with whom Celine worked on "I Knew I Loved You, has passed away at 91.

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