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So, to add something, he's deeply in love with someone in the "show business" but they wanna keep it in private so that no one stalks them to get a photo and publish it on a magazine. OK, fair enough.

So, he does have a boyfriend, but he prefers to keep it private. Nice

I don't know if this is the place for this, but I wanna know... Does he have a boyfriend? I mean, he did say he was gay, so it would be a boyfriend. Can anyone answer that?

He looks so ****ing cute in that picture with the big heart!!!!!!!!!

Gracias! Mirá, te cuento. Yo lo conocí una noche, a través de Grace Kelly, y pasé casi 2 o 3 horas escuchándola (Grace Kelly) hasta que me acosté. A la madrugada siguiente ya tenía 27 canciones de él, pero me atacó el sueño antes de escuchar The Origin of Love. La verdad, personalmente no me gustó tanto como Life in Cartoon Motion, Songs for Sorrow y The Boy Who Knew Too Much. Pero, hay gente a la que sí le gustó, que le encantó en realidad... Esperemos que el siguiente álbum llegue entre este año y al que viene, y que me guste así puedo agregar más canciones a Winamp...

Then I'm glad I'm doing something useful for the forum. I hope to see as many covers as possible here, and maybe we can send them as a present for HIS birthday!

That the idea! If we post them all here, it's easy to find them, but if we had to search all over YouTube to find them, it would be awful. Through this thread, it will be easier.

I really like the idea, and it would be great to hear our lyrics in the next MIKA album, but I'm not very good at song-writing... I write in a more "for-a-book" style. If you like, I can cooperate with the lyrics, and I have a friend (Emily) who's writing a novel, and also has written a lot of songs, she may like to help too. Oh, and I'm not Mozart, but I'm good with the piano. I can help with the chords.

Yeah, I wanna know if anyone did a Mika cover, and if possible, upload it here, or on YouTube, or anywhere where we can hear/watch them.

My life would be enough inspiration for an entire album if MIKA interested. Let me tell you a little bit more about me, and forgive me for the incredibly long story. I was born in Rivera, Uruguay, December 26th, 1997. Dec 30, my dad applied for his actual job, as a journalist on a radio show. At first he was guy on the streets (don't know the real name of the job). In 2002, a huge crisis hit Uruguay, and the radio made cut-backs(?). My dad began to work in the studio, as the . By then, he was quite known in the city. We lived in a far-from-downtown little neighbourhood, but in 2006 we managed to move there. By 2006, we were kind of... the family that the whole town looked up too. My sister was 17, and an excellent student. I played the piano, and was really good at it. My mum used to work at the National Statistics Institute, a state institution that does surveys. She was the supervisor for most of the north of the country (Uruguay is 176.000 sq km). Sometime in 2006, my dad came across a woman, who he had slept with a year ago (yes, cheating my mum), and she was with a baby. "He's your son" she said when my dad asked about him. Indeed, my grandma says he's like a photo of my dad when he was the kid's age. Despite the situation, my dad managed to keep on cheating my mum with another woman (not the little kid's mother), but the woman had gotten my mum's cell phone. Every now and then she would call my mum, and tell her "Why don't you ask him what is that he's hiding with so much effort in his portfolio?" On July, 4th (on purpose) my mother finally dared to ask my dad about it. My dad took a photo from his portfolio. "He's Juan Manuel. He's my son. He'll be 2 in October." My mum was shocked. She decided to take a two-week holiday to her cousin's house, not before giving my dad an ultimatum: "You'll talk to Yestin (my sister), Nahuel (me) and Zoraida (my dad's mother, who moved to Rivera the night I was born) while I'm gone. I don't wanna have to explain anything when I come back". My sister, to whom my mother tells everything, was really pissed-off when my mum didn't tell her why she was leaving. After a few days, my father finally told her why all the mess. Then my grandma, and last but not least, me. I still remember that I didn't know what to do. I was shocked. Frozen in time. I didn't know if I had to hit my dad, run the hell out of the house, cry... It was just too much for me to handle it. When I finally got home I remember hearing my sister getting home and I finally cried and cried in her arms. After mum got back home, the daily arguments that every single neighbour hears began. My dad's birthday is on August, 19th, and my mum paid my dad and I tickets to Montevideo, to my dad's "brother"'s house, two blocks from the beach. I remember calling my other sister in Montevideo and telling her everything. I remember she didn't react, let's say "bad". It was as if she already knew, but in fact I was the person to tell her. My dad was, of course, angry with me because of that. On our way back home, my mum texted my dad that she had moved to my room, and that she'd put my bed in "his" room. All that happened on August. My mother wanted him to move out and, of course, dad didn't like the idea. I can assure you, every person in a 20 metre radius found out about it... My dad's voice is very, very loud. In November my dad moved and I got his room. However, that lasted a month or so, as my mum couldn't afford living there. My sister got a job, and began helping my mum with the bills. On December, 27th (a day after my gift-less 9th birthday), we moved to a small apartment. In Spanish they're called "mono ambientes" (bathroom, kitchen, and a big, wall-less room), but I don't know their name in English. The first half of 2008 was quite hard to go through. Mum's boss was a crazy bitch, to say the least, and mum just got sick of it and told her to get lost, basically, in front of a lot of Brazilian people who were at the Free Shop during the scene. In about July, I think, the Duty Free Americas (DFA) Free Shop group decided to put their feet up in Uruguay, starting in Rivera with a 2000 sq m store on the main avenue. My mum knew the man in charge of hiring the staff from a previous job, and (after going through several interviews) she got hired. The building was ready to be filled with merchandise by Sept, 2008. My mother used to leave home at 8:00, come back for lunch at 15:00 or so, leave again at 17:00 and come back at 1 or 2 AM. Months went by and by July, 2009 we were living incredibly better than ever. My sister moved to Montevideo, still working with the same company, and we managed to live in Rivera until my mum was fired thanks to all the bull**** the next-in-chain-command had made up about her. We still stayed in Rivera until I finished that year at school. We got to our new home in Montevideo on Dec, 22nd. During 2011, mum was (I didn't got the word wrong) USED by her employers throughout the year until in Feb, 2012 she found her actual job. Going back to me, when I was on 6th grade (here it's 3 years of elementary, 6 of primary, and 6 of secondary) I used to dream about boys, rather than girls. Back then, I didn't understand what it meant. My first year at secondary school was the year in which I assumed I was gay. The only problem about it is that I don't know when/how it happened. It happened overnight, you could say. When we moved to Montevideo, I started 2nd grade, and it was as if it was totally part of me, but I was still deep inside the closet. I met this girl Emily. We both loved, and still love English. I fell in love with her. I know, "Wasn't he gay?", you may wonder. JOIN THE CLUB... It's like Billy Brown, but... nworB ylliB. Anyway, she rejected me in front of the class, but she'd already told me that, so it was no surprise for me. We fell apart, and by the beginning of 2012, I'd "forgotten" her. Aside from our school English lessons, we also do Cambridge exam preparations. When they began, Emily was the only 3rd grader to be preparing the First Certificate (FCE) so, when I was promoted to her level, she was angry at me the first day. The next day, we sit and spent the whole 2 hours doing everything except what the teacher told us, as the rest of the students. Before she left home, I told her I had something to tell her, but I got completely frozen. I just couldn't say anything. When I got home, I told her through Facebook. I still try to imagine her face when she read those words... Anyway, though hard to process, she finally did, and we began to spend every second we could together. We both sing, so we spent all the breaks at a piano at school. One day, our FCE teacher told us to prepare a presentation about a sport. We chose swimming. I went to her house and we did everything but preparing the presentation. When I got home she texted me she had something to tell me. I spent 4 hours for her to tell me what she finally told me. Long story short, we were secret boy/girlfriend for a couple months till I went to Rivera during the winter holidays in July. I came back, and things weren't exactly as they had been for those 2 months. You could say that I got stuck in the Friendzone. When this whole "Coming out" hit me, I began seeing the school psychologist. She helped me a lot. I began realising what the situation was. I was in love with Emily, but I also like men, but they were different kinds of "love". With Emily, we share many things in common, and when we are together is like I'm Somewhere Over the Rainbow, and when I see a hot guy it's just that, he's hot, cute or whatever. With Emily it's love, with hot guys it's hot guys, and that's it. Months have gone by and my feelings for Emily are disappearing, but I know that if she says "Yes" they'll come back faster-than-light, but also I know that with Emily it's only about her "inside", not her "outside". However with men, I'm "in love" with a very cute/hot (they're different, I know) guy, but I know nothing will happen there, because every boy (hot or not) around me seems to be at least a little homophobic. Also, let's face it, most people wouldn't react well if they are told that a person of their same sex is in love with them... So, if you don't have enough inspiration in there, I can't do anything for you... PD: This is not invented. It is real. That's me, so far. Don't hesitate to PM me if you feel the need to do it, or to insult me if you think it's not appropriate for this.

OK, I don't know if there's any other thread about this, so I decided to create one to solve the problem... Has any of you dared to make a cover of any Mika song? If you have, I'd love to listen to them, and I'm sure many people would too. If you can, upload it so that we can get access to them. Thanks, and I hope to hear answers soon...