The day after his funeral I fly back to America. I'm in the Heathrow Airport with my bodyguard and even with London police men. Many paparazzis are following me and take photos of me with my black clothes and sunglasses. I cry the whole night in my hotelroom and I think I'll cry continue in the plane. I know the paparazzis are annoying but I ignore them and I follow my bodyguards and police men. I don't know if I can still record my album continue because of my sadness. But I want that immediately my album is out this year. Now I sit in my plane and I fly back.
And yes I make a break for two weeks. My heart is still broken but I feel a bit better so that I can record it continue. A song on my album called "Believe" and I love it. It's my favourite one. But I can imagine that my fans don't love disco pop songs. I saw in my carrier that my fans loves other music than I do.
I record the rest of my album for an one week and I'm happy that is over. Because I'm looking forward if my fans loves that or not. I did music videos for the albums and some interviews to promote that album. A few month later it's the 25 October 1998, the release from the album. The only thing I do is to sit at home and do nothing. I'm really nervous about the reactions from my fans. I don't want that it flopped because if I'm honest: this is my favourite album what I worked on and it would be so shitty if this album flopped. That's why I'm waiting and look what the next day says...