Finding the voice

80's concert is tomorrow.

We're still going forth with the Michael Jackson medley. It seems a fitting tribute to the man who first introduced me to 'Pop.'

It still doesn't register that he's dead. I didn't even know until I got to practice.

I kid you not. I knew I wantd to sing and perform because of this man.
I would listen to Thriller over and over again. I memorized the words. I took one of my mother's good white gloves and dowsed it with glue and glitter. I'd dance around, singing with the record, trying to moonwalk. I was 8.

Now, 27 years later, I'm dancing the moonwalk in a sequined glove, and singing his songs in front of 700 people.

Dream fulfilled.

Thank you, Michael.