So last week, I heard some of the best possible news of my life. No I didn't get a kidney, but this is so much more exciting:
THE JACKSONS ARE GOING ON TOUR THIS SUMMER!
When I heard about this through the grapevine of a Marlon Jackson fanclub--yes, I am in a Marlon club--I was floating around the house on a pink cloud.
I am definitely going and have already set aside my money for the concert ticket. If I don't eat at the end of the month, I don't care. I need to lose the weight anyway.
It's exciting to me. I've always wanted to see the Jacksons live, and now I totally plan to. And three months ahead of the curve, I am starting to plan my outfit. It's a Jacksons show. I want to try to shake Marlon's hand or at least touch him. He's my favorite and I hope I can meet him in some way.
My only regret is that Michael won't be there. I already told my friends, if Michael were there, I'd be camped outside the box office right now. If the dialysis people wanted me, they'd have to come find me and drag me away.
It's just something that doesn't happen every day and I'm already making preparations for the show. Deciding on my outfit, my hair my make up. Everything. I want show out and look good as a fan of music royalty. They're Michael's brothers. His blood. His kin and I love them all. Even Jermaine. 
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