watching Michael's music video over and over, I tried to learn his moves and dance like Michael.
By rewinding it repeatedly and obsessively, I even broke my remote control.
I practiced moonwalk alone in my room.
Standing in front of the mirror,
with his records on,
I became one with Michael.
I got a hat .
I got a glove.
I never forget when I sang Billie Jean
in front of my friends.
I was him.
I was Michael.
I gathered my friends and started a band" The Jackson five 2".
Everybody wanted to play the part of Michael. But I insisted I was the one entitled to be Michael since I was a founder of the band.
They didn't look satisfied with my decision, but I convinced them anyway.
I colored my face in black
And then changed it to white
But like he also sang, either black or white didn't matter after all.
It didn't matter to me whether he was black or white
and whether I colored black or white.
What mattered to me was his music and his dance.
That was all that mattered to me.
Thank you for giving so much to us, Michael.
I will miss you.
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