Young school kid.
Discovering English music on VH1.
Spending hours listening, not just hearing.
Curiously exploring every song, every sound—no barriers of genre, artist.

Then one day, a song stops me in my tracks.
A new release from a band I already admire,
But this time, something’s different.
The lyrics hit harder. The music pulls deeper.
The video hypnotizes me.
I sit still, feeling every word.

“I know what it takes to move on
I know how it feels to lie
All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven’t got.”
That song changed my life.

Linkin Park.
I don’t know if I can ever put into words what you mean to me.
If not for you, I may never have found the music that feels like home.
Rock music—raw, real, unapologetic—became my soulmate.

Not just a mix of sounds. Not just words strung together.
But stories—written in lyrics that feel like my own thoughts.
Emotion—woven through guitars, drums, and echoes of pain and hope.
Passion—in every scream, every whisper, every note sung with a truth that can’t be faked.

Chester, I wish I had the chance to meet you.
To tell you that your voice, your words, your music meant more than just songs.
That they were a refuge. A mentor. A friend.

Death was selfish to take you away.
But you remain—forever etched in my heart, in my soul, in every note of your music.

“Waiting for the end to come, indeed.”
I love you, Chester.