Today is the last day we are accepting submissions for Fans in the Mirror. I can’t believe how quickly the time has passed since we first announced the launch of our Tribute Book.
I will almost miss the hours I have spent, reading and viewing the beautiful poems, letters and artwork that you have sent. I say almost, because I can’t help but feel excited about moving on to the next stage. As hard as this will be I know we will be one step closer to publishing.
I want to thank you all for you love, support and patience you have given during the last weeks and ask that it continue as we move into the next phase.
I will keep you updated on the Book’s progress during the next few weeks, but if you have any questions or concerns, please don’t hesitate to email me.
Once again, thank you so much for everything you have done to help make our Book a special Tribute to our love for Michael and the inspiration he has given us.
I would like to leave you with a fun and delightful poem from one of our dot members and my Christmas wish.
The Night Before Show Time
(This is a fictional story I wrote about what my “fantasy” Christmas would be. Hope you enjoy reading it.)
‘Twas the night before show time, and quiet as a mouse
I tip-toed past my parents room to sneak out of our house.
I heard the news that Michael was coming into town,
I just had to see the King who had “the soul for getting down”!
With money in my pocket, and fingers crossed tight
I slipped out of the house and into the night.
I ran down to the corner to catch the next bus
my friends don’t understand why I make such a fuss.
The bus stopped, I climbed on, I’ve captured my ride
now praying my neighbors won’t see me inside!
For if I got caught it would be very sad,
I’d have to face up to my mom and my dad.
I got to the booth, but when I saw the line,
it wrapped ‘round the concert hall at least forty times!
Oh no, I thought, this just cannot be,
the tickets will sell out before they get to me!
I snuck through the line, calling “Mommy, I’m here”,
then into the crowd I slowly disappeared.
I got pretty close, about twenty fans in,
secured my spot in the line but it looked pretty grim.
The people before me went to make their buy,
my heart started pounding, I’m next--oh my!
But what caused my smile turn into a pout?
A sign they put up that said, “Sorry, sold out!”
This just isn’t fair, I’ve come so far,
I just have to see my favorite star!
I sat by the building, the crowd disappeared,
and then I noticed a limo pulling up to the rear.
Curiosity caught me; I just had to know
the passenger riding in that stretch limo.
I hid by the bushes, and what did I see?
The real Michael Jackson was looking at me!
His glove how it sparked his eyes, how they shined
I had to get closer, I had little time.
I approached the door, but the guards told me, “Stop!”
They were promptly dismissed by the great King of Pop!
Michael asked me if I would like to see
the rehearsal he planned for the show to be.
My little girl heart couldn’t take such a shock
a private concert with the King of Pop!
I sat front and center, with an unblocked stage view
every song, every dance was exactly on cue.
At the end of rehearsal, I sat in a daze
Michael’s excellent performance was a sight to amaze!
He walked to where I was seated, and he softly said,
“I’ll give you a ride home” and placed his fedora on my head.
When we got to my street and my house was in view
I got out of the limo saying, “Michael thank you!”
He answered, “Sweet dreams, little girl” and rode off in his car,
Shamone! What a night with this fabulous star!
I snuck back in my house, and I crawled into bed
Then visions of the moonwalk swirled around in my head.
In the morning my parents gave out our gifts,
and then we rushed to our stockings to see what Santa chose from our lists.
I opened a package, and what did I see?
Tickets for the Michael Jackson concert for the whole family!
We got showered and dressed, and ran out to the show
Santa must have connections; we were in the first row!
Michael saw me from the stage, and he gave me a wink,
I was watching so intently, I did not even blink!
We sang “Billie Jean”, “Thriller”, “Who Is It” and “Bad”
This was by far the best Christmas I have ever had!
For those who are reading my story to you
happy holidays to all, and a great New Year, too!
A Christmas Wish
I remember as a child, asking my mother why things had to happen the way they did. She told me that that was just the way things were. We had no control over our fates and destinies, because they were already mapped out for us by God. Our lives belonged to Him.
I found the concept of someone else being in control of my life difficult to understand and accept, especially when that someone was an invisible entity. So I spent a good part of my life trying to create my destiny the way I wanted it and needless to say, I failed. I was fighting against odds I just couldn’t beat.
Now that I have grown older, I have come to realize that everything happens for a reason, even if we can’t see it at the time. Whatever your faith or beliefs, we are all lead through life until we reach our final destinations.
I have thought of all the things that have happened in my life, all the decisions I have made, actions I have taken and events that have occurred within and outside of my control. I have come to realize how each thing has been necessary; has needed to happen in order for me to be who and where I am today. Through all those moments of happiness, pain and loss, I have been led to new joy, new locations and new friends.
It is the same in everybody's life, including Michael's. A natural progression; a separate chain of events that have amazingly has led us all to be here at the same time, in the same place, for the same reason.
For me, this is why the Portrait is so special. Not only is it a tribute and celebration of Michael's life, but also of our own. We are all now intrinsically linked together for the rest of our lives and beyond.
I am honored to be part of the Tribute Portrait family and I feel blessed that Michael has touched our lives in so many beautiful ways and brought us all together. I will think of you all on Christmas Day with love. When I think of his children and his family on this first bittersweet Christmas without him, it will be with all my heart and support. When I think of Michael on Christmas Day, I will smile and thank him for everything that he has brought to my life, his music, his dance, his sweet smile, but most importantly the voice of his heart. It is my wish that you join me to carry that voice on into another year and beyond.
To all of you I wish a very, very Michaelful Christmas and a Happy New Year from the entire Tribute Team.
Editor of Fans in the Mirror
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