Writing this can’t start or end in the right way....

Writing this can’t start or end in the right way. Where do i begin. I feel like my super hero has just died before the final episode. You were the first song i ever knew how to sing, and i have my parents to thank for that. Ill never forget being in that Chilis in Malaysia and asking my dad if that man on the wall was a girl or a guy. haha. You were the first record i ever got and if the countless videos my parents have of me dressed up as you dancing in the living room with my hat and glove were to ever surface i’d be the biggest fool out there. When i was eight i was lucky enough to see you perform at Wembley in London. That concert changed my life and i am forever grateful to be able to remember every moment and every song of it. I’m forever grateful to have met people along this journey that knew you as a friend and businessman and helped me more to know more about the mister understood mind in the shell. You always wanted people to not follow human nature and judge one another but embrace everything. You paved the road for my life today because there’s no way i could take credit for the things i’ve done without knowing you were part of the source behind it. It’s no mystery to anyone that reads this to know i’ve wrote about you a bunch of times on here about what an influence you are on me. You were one of the greatest entertainers the world has ever seen. An unmatched performer, you revolutionized dance and song. You touched people on every corner of the world and we are forever changed for knowing you. Thank you for sharing yourself with all of us. Thanking you for mending this industry and making artists everywhere strive to create something great. I owe my talent and art to your memory. There will never be another king of pop, now please do us all one final favor and take your thrown.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, and the best is yet to come. ”