So I was in the 7th grade when my senior introduced me to a bunch of boys who called themselves as Linkin Park. He made me listen to a few songs. I loved them.
I went home and rushed to the nearest CD shop to buy their songs. They didn’t have it. The next day I asked my senior to give me those songs. Then happened the magical moment. He placed a Linkin Park Meteora Album CD.
I abused that CD. I played it over and over again and I was impossible to stop.
7 years passed just like this. I felt with Numb, I danced with In the End, I cried with The Messenger and I loved with Valentine’s Day. They made my childhood beautiful. Extremely beautiful.
Then started the fanboy phase. I downloaded every song and video of theirs. I bought T shirts, accessories, wallpapers and posters. It was a whole new level of craziness.
I was texting a friend when the news notification flashed and screamed. It was a very loud: What?
Then I lied there for 5 minutes and my eyes were shut. I tried to believethat this was a dream. Then I thought it might be a rumour. After all the failed hypothesis, I took out my laptop and played all the Linkin Park songs that I could find. The next thing I know, tears were rolling down my cheeks.
Chester had the most beautiful, soulful and pure voice that I’ve ever heard. The way he feels and screams fall right at your heart. I love him.
I have no clue why he committed suicide. But I have just one complaint Chester.
There was a video of yours in which you promised that you’ll come to India. That was in 2012. I made my dad promise me that no matter in which city if India that show happens, we will go. Now there won’t be any show. There’s no you. I was waiting.
Please come back Chester. Please.
Just one more light. Now that you aren’t here, just a small gesture to always have you in my memories.