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"I've never been so nervous in my life, auditioning for Michael," she recalls. After Orianthi tore her way through a rendition of "Beat It"-whose guitar solo was originally performed by Eddie Van Halen-Jackson gave the nod and she spent the next three months rehearsing with the icon, six hours each day.
now Tom Sneddon is literally a cold man because he's dead hahahaha SOMEBODY STOP ME PLEASE
I say “a lot of people misunderstand me, because they don’t know me.” I guess thats true people believe alot of crazy stories they read, some is true, some is not and…
Love is a funny thing to describe. It's so easy to feel and yet so slippery to talk about. It's like a bar of soap in the bathtub, you have it in your hand until you hold on too tight.
Some people spend their lives looking for love outside themselves. They think they have to grasp it in order to have it. But loves slips away like that wet bar of soap.
Holding on to love is not wrong, but you need to learn to hold it lightly, caressingly. Let it fly when it wants. When it's allowed to be free, love is what makes life alive, joyful, and new. It's the juice and energy that motivates my music, my dancing, everything. As long as love is in my heart, it's everywhere.
People ask me how I make music. I tell them I just step into it. It's like stepping into a river and joining the flow. Every moment in the river has its song. So I stay in the moment and listen.
What I hear is never the same. A walk through the woods brings a light, crackling song: Leaves rustle in the wind, birds chatter and squirrels scold, twigs crunch underfoot, and the beat of my heart holds it all together.When you join the flow, the music is inside and outside, and both are the same. As long as I can listen to the moment, I'll always have music.