That day I was driving down the Sunset boulevard from Hollywood to Westwood to reach my agent and then back again to the Beverly Hills Hotel where we had a shooting.
I was jetlagged after my 2nd flight in a month from London to LA and still with my brain sleeping, I remember I needed a coffee really soon, and as always I was late.
My radio was singing some music from the 60s, which I love when I drive in LA… when I saw a lot of cars, TV vans and a lot of people approaching to a house in BH. But you know, when you are in LA it’s happening every day that you see a movie set or something like that.
So, nothing strange that day. But when I stopped in my fav bakery close to the UCLA, I heard a guy saying that Michael Jackson was hospitalized and probably dead.
I got my capuccino and my croissant and moved to my car. I turned the radio on and every single radio station was talking about that.
After that day when I was going back to Hollywood I drove by the UCLA hospital and a lot of people was there crying like if someone from their families was there.
Well, a couple of days before my agent told me that they booked me for a shooting in London with Michael Jackson right before his first uk show.
Life can be crazy for the most part of the times.
That day, I drove back to the Chateau Marmont. A log part of my youth was gone, suddenly.
It was June 25, 2009 and I can’t get it out of my mind.