THIS IS IT 2
I never thought I wouldn't get the chance to see Michael, in person. I wanted so bad to feel his presence that I tied myself and my life to him through his music.
He died on my birthday... It's been an overwhelming debate in my mind: is it something you should be proud of?; should you be ashamed of your birthday?; is it a sign, a bad one?; does it link to you directly or is it just pure coincidence?
(Yes, ordinary, serious, non-dreaming member of the community that you are, I AM OUT OF MY MIND! But I'm a dreamer, I'm a lover and, too, a fighter... so what do you care?)
Now, as I pass through the final hours before the show, I am.. astonishingly emotionless. I can't think about anything, not even Michael.
...5 months ago, I was the ordinary girl who was desperate to go to one of The King's concerts. Nobody believed that it was possible, except myself. I was so confident... But I was dead wrong. Today I get to see a small part of what would have been the comeback of the greatest artist that I know of.
I'm sorry, Michael, that you never had the chance to allow me to know you, personally. Still, I think of you as a close friend (probably as many other people do), because you trust me for keeping your dearest feelings and deepest secrets safe. And so I will.
I miss you, much...
I hope I'll make you proud myself.