Where were you, when you heard it? The man sitting opposite of me in the train asks.
I look up from behind my newspaper.
June 25, 2009. The day pop music lost his King. The day Michael Jackson died.
I have to admit. Thriller was a breakthrough for music video. And in those days Bad look cool.
Yeah the man knew how to make a show.
I heard the news while I was sitting behind my PC. Eating a peanut butter sandwich with sugar still wearing my pajamas.
Yeah, that would be a great story to tell my grandchildren.
‘At home.’ I answer.
‘Sad, he died so young.’ The man replies.
I nod and turn up the sound on my mp3 player
A shiver runs through me.
Don’t remember where I was
I realized life was a game
The more seriously I took things
The harder the rules became
I had no idea what it’ d cost
My life passed before my eyes
I found out how little I accomplished
All my plans denied
So as you read this know my friends
I’d love to stay with you all
Please smile when you think of me
My body’ s gone that’s all
A tout le monde
A tout les amis
Je vous aime
Je dois partir
There are the last words
Ill ever speak
And theyll set me free
If my heart was still alive
I know it would surely break
And my memories left with you
There is nothing more to say
Moving on is a simple thing
What it leaves behind is hard
You know the sleeping feel no more pain
And the living are scarred
And the living are scarred
(Megadeth – a Tout Le Monde)