“The Ultimate Tribute to Michael Jackson. No use getting there early tonight.” I was wrong. When I got there 35 minutes early all of our usual premium seats we gone. I must have looked surprised for a man who already had a seat on the side isle taunted me with, “You have to be in the line-up at the door at to get one of those good seats.”
“But I saw this show in London on the stage,” I said. They laughed. Yes, they live in London and see everything ... but not Thriller. I wouldn’t have gone either, but having been in a performance of the song, “Thriller”, on another ship, I thought I owed it to my colourful past to see the Michael Jackson impersonator. I have at least a faint idea that I have heard some of the Jacson songs before when I hear “Billie Jean” or “Beat It” but the dead-on vocals and masterful dance moves pretty well pass me by. Not so the rest of the audience. They shouted, they sang along, they whistled. I was glad I gave the art form another try. That many people can’t be wrong.