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We'd just finished the song and he walked over to me. Instead of kissing my hand, he dropped to his knees and kissed my navel. It was such an awesome moment that I didn't know how to react. I stood there thinking, 'Should I kiss his navel now?' It was such a special moment for me because my mum was always a huge Elton John fan and I grew up with his music. Now he's a friend and I get to be his house guest. I stay in his 'princess' bedroom, surrounded by all these porcelain kittens. I have the most amazing dreams in his big canopy bed. There's no better start to a day than waking up in that bed and Elton bringing you a cup of breakfast tea. (it) |
