

this is itWhen he moves, you forget the assumptions, the insults and the implications. You simply forget and you watch. You watch his face and his feet, the way he sways and clicks; snaps his hips and cracks a small smile. You watch, fascinated, because of him; mind and moves. You forget the assumptions and implications and know only the passion and the love in each mesmerizing and memorized step. You know only Michael Jackson in this moment. You know the King and his lyrics. You know, and you forget. You watch as he shakes his head and holds up a hand, stopping the rehearsal all together. You stop and listen as he guides and cofrom
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And a great peace of art there by the way