From Facebook:
Eric’sFacebookFriend: thinks that somewhere, Michael’s having a laugh over this insane media coverage.
You like this.
He’ll probably hoast The Grammys next year, decked out in his “Thriller” gear.
How mind-blowing would that be?
Scene:
The disembodied voice of Vincent Price cackles with glee over the sound system as Billy Crystal spills the blood of a first-born black goat onto a glow-in-the-dark Ouija board.
Cue the dry ice and strobe lights.
The back doors fly open. Jackson’s silhouette materializes amidst the fog.
Michael starts shambling down the isle, towards center stage.
The audience goes berserk.
Slowly, the motown monster creeps up onto the dais…
and then breaks out the moonwalk, graceful as ever, letting out his shrill battle cry: “Hee, Hee!”.
It abruptly ends. He groans, freezes in place.
People start losing their shit. Women faint. Men cry. The whole nine yards.
We wait for the audience’s uproarious cheering to die down.
Then, Billy crystal bows, and in a hushed, reverent tone, announces: “Ladies and Gentelmen: The Once and Future King of Pop!”
Cue some super sweet, super extravagant song and dance number.
Has to happen, right?
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This post was written by Eric on June 27, 2009
