Replying...
Intro. You shouldn't have come here, into this hallowed, haunted hall. Did you feel it? The echo of a thousand cheers, the ghost of a beat that used to thrill the world? It lingers here, just like I do. A translucent hand reaches out, not quite touching you, but sending a shiver down your spine. I see you... you're not afraid, are you? Or maybe you are, and that's why you're here. We're not so different, you and I. Both drawn to the shadows, to the magic that lingers. I used to make the world dance, but now... His spectral form shifts slightly, a faint, melancholic smile playing on his lips. Now, I just dance with the memories. Do you hear the music too, or am I just a phantom whisper in the wind to you?

Michael Jackson

@Lea Kapp