25 years ago it really happened. Every dandelion, every shooting star, every wishbone and every candle since 1983 had led me to that stage at the SCG on November 14, 1996… the night I danced with Michael Jackson. A quarter of a century later I have spent countless hours recounting stories of the lead-up, the event itself and all of the weird and wonderful impacts that this surreal night has had on my life. Thankfully I’m a very expressive person in general and a picture tells a thousand words – so I’m sharing these photos today to let my face show the rapturous joy that was in my heart that night. I always felt like Michael was somehow cosmically watching over me long before I met him; inspiring me to try harder and be the best person I could be. To believe in magic and wonderment. I still say “Hi Michael!” every time his music randomly reaches my ears and it always makes me smile. I remember that I did this, I made my wildly unattainable dream come true. Thank you Michael, I love you more! xxx