I wanted to explain why I decided to write this fic.
Since the death of Michael Jackson I haven't had much inspiration for anything at all. I'm the only person in my family that is affected by so deeply by his death and they won't allow me to talk about it without thinking that it's silly for me to get so hung up on him. But he was my hero. My idol. And I know he was the same to so many others. I don't think they understand how much he means to me, not many people do because he was a highly misunerstood individual. I feel saddened by the fact that it has taken him dying for many people to realise what a wonderful, sensitive, caring person he was.
I was bullied though my first couple of years in secondary school because I was a fan of his and thought he was innocent (he was going through the courts at the time). I know if it had been anyone else I would have stopped liking them but I couldn't turn my back on Michael. At the end of the day I would come home feeling so helpless and depressed then all I would have to do was listen to his songs and by the time I reached the third one I would be dancing and smiling happily knowing it was worth it. I haven't found another group or artist that compels me to be that loyal. But it was worth it in the end. To see everyone face the next day at school after he was pronounced innocent was one of the most satisfying moments of my life.
I will find other band and artists to like and admire but no one can replace Michael in my heart. I love his music, his videos and how he was clearly a very kind, generous, misunderstood man who didn't deserve all the horrifying accusation that were thrown at him at every turn. There will never be another talent like Michael Jackson in the world. No one else's music can bring the feeling of happiness that fills me whenever I listen to his music and I'm sure many of his fans will agree with me. No one can sing, dance or care like he could. I believe the media abused the love and trust he put in the people of the world and nothing can make up for that.
Because I can't speak to anyone else about him I decided to write a song fic on one of his song's that I love very much, even though most (all) of them are works of genius. (It's actually my alarm so I can wake up to it because it's a nice slow gentle song to ease in the day.) It took me a while to decide which category to do before I thought it would be appropriate to use Labyrinth because David Bowie is another singer who I greatly admire.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. I feel so alone in my mourning right now that I just wanted to talk about my feeling to someone who would actually listen.
DeanChester Girl 92
