After making a round at MJ's memorial service and watching a concert commemorating MJ with performances by divas like Mariah Carey and Lionel Richie, dozens of singers took the stage to perform MJ's "Heal the World."
In the evening, Link drove Taylor back home.
"So, got any inspiration?"
On Santa Monica Boulevard, Link looked over at Taylor, who sat in the passenger seat, and asked with a smile.
Taylor, dressed in a blue dress, curled up in her seat, frowning deeply, scratching her head constantly, and her golden curly hair was tousled, resembling a pile of instant noodles.
"Why? Why can you find inspiration at the memorial service, but I can't?"
Taylor blinked her blue fox eyes and looked at him jealously.
Link chuckled lightly, "I've said it before, you didn't know MJ personally, so his passing doesn't touch you, and naturally, it won't spark your creative inspiration."
"Are you saying it has to be someone close to me?"