I was wrong. This Is It.

I am not a fanatic.  I just liked his songs, his videos, especially his dance moves.  But when successive news and rumors broke out about erratic behavior, plastic surgeries gone overboard and bankruptcy, I thought, "What a weirdo."




He was just another celebrity gone wild.  Then after a few years, an announcement was made for a comeback through a series of concerts beginning in London.  I thought, "The weirdo is trying to be normal again.  Or he just needed the money so that he gets to keep Neverland? Hmm..."


Then he's gone.  It was all over the media that just a few hours after rehearsals, he died due to cardiac arrest.  The painkillers caused it.  And then an epiphany, "The drugs made him a weirdo and eventually killed him."

I didn't believe he was gone.  I kept saying to everyone that it's an act.  Come concert day, he'll be making a grand entrance.  And they said, "Weirdo. He's really dead."


But he's just 50 and full of energy.  How could that be?  For weeks, I was in denial.  Well, it's really a strong belief that it's all a hoax.  It's part of his show.  He wants to make a big impact.  What more than to fake your own death and have the grandest concert comeback?  Now, THAT would be great entertainment.

And I was right...with the grand comeback.  It was befitting for a renewed and growing respect towards a great artist.  And sadly, it was too late.  I can only look now at his past works and appreciate the genius behind all of it.  It took less than two hours gawking at a large projector screen oblivious to the cold (cold, cold, cold) theater, to realize I was wrong.  I was too focused on his queer ways that I didn't get to appreciate the hard work he was putting into his comeback concerts.  And it's probably because of people like me who pushed him to prove us wrong and led him to resort to medications.  Prescriptions from a personal doctor that he might not even need and yet he succumbed to them.  


And when Michael Jackson said, "This is it."  It really was.