Yeah, that is probably why this little girl from East Germany, who loved this artist for 20 years found herself on that set with so many others...And that is why my travel down there was so smooth, why everything worked out so perfectly regardless. Sometimes I shake my head- I remember how the wall came down, I was there, just a little girl and now I somehow live in the US. I became a fan in 1992...you have no idea how much this meant to and to those of us who cherished that day. Some of us looked at each other and said, we can't believe this- we are part of this. We just can't believe it.
That is probably why we had a beautiful sunny day in November, surrounded by rolling hills, clear skies and a friendly crew- and a director who really was into this. There was one scene and we had tears standing in our eyes, the music had stopped and we just kept going, all of us. Michael was with us and we felt that. Some of us, anyways. It was beautiful. We love you, Michael. We love you.
We were a large crowd, but there was something different about that. People were kind to one another, virtual strangers hugged each other by the end of the day. People whom I have never met wrote me an email telling me where to find x,y and z. I wrote someone else who had her map stuck in her printer, trying to find out where to go.
People helped one another, Michael is happy about that- when people manage to approach one another without fear, without this constant mistrust. And still somebody tried ruin our love fest. (yes, every one roll their eyes...)
We were a big group and I remember how we just admired each others tattoos, clothes and just swapped stories on how we got there. All of us have a story- that was so notable. I spoke to one fan with claustrophobia and fear of flying- the love for Michael made that fan celebrate by overcoming that fear to be able to take part in that shoot. THAT is what Michael stands for. Not hatred.
All of us had a story of why we were there. TMZ said we were "die hard" fans, nope, we are love-hard fans. We were older, younger, skinnier, fatter, taller, shorter, male and female, kids. We were of all colors and all races. We were- we were exactly what Michael stands for.
^^^
WE ARE THE WORLD.
We were a huge gathering- and in typical gathering style people started to dance an sing, Thriller was danced= all while waiting.
I'm happy to say that THANK GOD we, the extras on the set felt Michael A LOT differently. There was peace, calm and beauty and believe me when I say he was with us, especially on the last shot. I will never forget the LOVE we felt when the sun was just about to go down. We were blessed with a gorgeous day of sunshine and I KNOW he was happy to live LOVE not hatred. Random strangers showed each kindness, which is something that some people will never understand. I met wonderful people that day and people didn't hate there. Maybe the term "Hold My Hand" makes sense somewhere deep down inside.
His death does not serve to spew more hatred. Don't even use the word "heaven" and apply hatred and anger toward it.
P.S.: If you are medium, I hope you're rates are competitive 'cause that sort of non-productive hatred is nothing he'd be proud of. And my second favorite are anonymous people online who feel safe behind some screen name.