summer
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Meeting other fans was THE BEST!!!!!Sounds great, I never did all that. I was always too much of a loner. What was it like to meet other fans In real life? Did it all feel like there was a connection between all of you? How often would you meet the same people at places where MJ was showing up? I expect you bonded with some of them...


For example, I’d go to the stadium around 3:30-4am on the day of the concert to wait at the gates so that I’d get into the front. (This was when the whole arena was standing space and the ticket price was same for everyone and not too bad..like around 70-90 dollars per ticket. So if you wanted to get to the front, you had to go esrly. The good old days, when it was possible to get to the front as a fan. Nowadays you only get to the front if you’re rich and pay 300-800 dollars per ticket!! It’s ridicilous!! It was way more fair back in the day and you could afford to ho to multiple concerts better!). Anyways, so I’d go there esrly and there was always fans there already and especially around 7-8am even more fans started coming. So you’d just sit on the ground and hang out and chat with other fans and talk about Michael and what concerts you’ve been to if any and some had photos of when they had seen Michael with them and would show them to other fans. So you got to know the fans and where they were from. And I always found some fans who I could go back to the city with in the evening or st least ho look for a taxi together. Because that was always my biggest fear, that I’d end up at the stadium alone at night. That would’ve been scary! But I think everyone had the same fear, so everyone always looked out for each other and helped esch other and made sure everyone got back safely. So we’d agree to stay at the front until we found esch other after the concert snd then ho look for a taxi together. It always worked out. Or you’d take the tube together into the city.
And when you went to Michael’s hotel, you always met tons of fans there…often the same ones, so you got to know everyone, if not personally, at least by recognizing their face or you got to know them by name. And you just asked if they go to the chatroom and what their name is and introduced yourself so that’s how you met in real life.




I remember when I went to Warsaw in 2000 to see Michael. Michael was supposed to come there for some amusement park business meeting or something like that. Wayne (Nagin..MJ’s bodyguard), even was there the day before at the hotel MJ was supposed to be in to check it out but MJ then cancelled and didn’t come after all.


And when Michael died….I had booked flights and hotels to go see the show and couldn’t cancel them, so I decided to go to London anyways and attended the vigil. And I met with fans from here, from MJJ Community. We had 50 balloons and we wrote messafes for Michael on them and then let them go st the same time at the O2.


MJ fans really are the greatest, most caring people in the world. At least the ones I’ve met and who went to Michael’s hotel and concerts. Everyone loved Michael and also seemed to feel the same about Michael’s mission about healing the world and helping others. You were accepted the way you were, no matter what race, religion or color, no matter what clothes you were, no matter how loud or quiet, no matter how goofy or serious. You could just be yourself and you were always welcome to hang out with others and you never had to be afraid that you’ll be left alone somewhere, everyone always made sure that everyone’s okay. At least the ones I met.
Also Michael was always so nice to his fans. He’d always come to the window a lot and interact with the fans a lot and send messages etc. Sometimes he’d send pizza or hot chocolate to fans, etc. And if he wanted to sleep, he’d send someone down to ask if we could be quiet so he could get some rest, so we’d always respect that. He would show his kids to us (without masks!) and invite fans up to his room to meet him and his children (guys and girls…not ”little boys”


BEST memories of my life!
