Memories of Michael;
“I can still remember each little detail about the first time I met Michael Jackson. The lavender smell of his skin, his soft voice, the way he spontaneously hugged me- pulling me close to him- even though he had never met me before…. As I sit at my desk and write these words, I can hardly believe it. The King of Pop is dead.
In one terrible twist of fate, his life was snuffed out before he had the chance to make his longed-for comeback and prove to the world, he did infact still have it.
He was a conundrum, Michael Jackson. Never quite able to shake off allegations although he vehemntly protested his innocence, but one of the greatest entertainers of all time.
We first met at Harrods three years ago when he was in visitation to London. I have met a lot of celebrities over the years but none has quite been able to boast the legendary status of Michael Jackson, arguably the most famous man in the world.
Unusually for me, I was nervous and not quite sure what to expect. I had read the stories of plastic surgery and the apparent Peter Pan syndrome of a boy locked in a man’s body…
So it was something of a surprise to be greeted by the star’s firm handshake, a smile and a pleasing lack of pretence.
In fact, he wore barely a trace of make up and exuded warmth, and only that.
He flung his muscular arms around me in a welcoming hug.
We chatted that day, he was alert and interested- as well as interesting.
I was convinced that even then, that when he finally returned to the stage, it would be to give the performance of a lifetime.
Michael was never afraid of hard work and when he committed to something he gave it his all.
He never did things by halves, that was it. He wanted to prove that he could still dance and sing with the best of them.
But now he’ll never make that triumphant return to the glory days.
The world has lost it’s brightest star.”
