When Johnny Hallyday died, we realized how much he was a part of our daily lives.
We knew everything about him, his joys, his troubles, he told us everything, he made us laugh sometimes but no anger against him. His fans were not wrong, he was THE star and yet he was simple and that’s why he was loved.
This day of December it was obvious, I had to be there, with those who loved it so much. The air was heavy, thick, full of pain, in their eyes nothing will be like before.
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