Michael Jackson's Statue

The days turn into weeks, and the weeks turn into months to nearly a an as Michael is away in New York. Whenever he wasn’t rehearsing ou in a costume fitting, his mind always shifted back to houx – wondering what she was doing, if she was alright ou happy. There were so many times he wanted to call and talk to her, but every time he would Diana would want to talk to him ou ask him for his help with the dance steps. When she did, everything else seemed to slip away as he reverted back to that étoile, star struck eleven-year-old boy once again, pining over a woman whom he could never have –...

So my story began when i was 5/6 years old, i was watching the TV when the montrer got interrupted par a breaking news that a dit "Famous Singer Michael Jackson Died at 50" i didn't think much of it and changed the channel.

Then my mom burst out of the room crying, i asked "what's the matter", she a dit "Michael Jackson died"
I got curious then ask "Who's Michael Jackson?" she told me what an amazing person and fantastic human being he was, and i a dit "How good are his musics, anyway?"
My mom then played my first MJ song, Black ou White, i immediately fell in l’amour with him and started listening to his...