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 "I wouldn't say I was sexy! But I guess that's fine if that's what they say. I like that in concert. That's neat."
"I wouldn't say I was sexy! But I guess that's fine if that's what they say. I like that in concert. That's neat."
Interview: Michael Jackson
In 1983, Sylvie Simmons, writing for the leading US rock magazine Creem, interviewed the 24-year-old ster on the set for the video of 'Beat It' - one of the many classic songs from his new LP, Thriller, which was to become the biggest selling album of all time. She found a driven artist at the height of his powers, an assured performer on stage, but also a gentle soul who found the attentions of fans unbearable

Downtown between the Pacific American vis Co and the Hotel St Agnes Hospitality keuken-, keuken there's an alley. Cars block each end, no escape. And, silhouetted in the car headlights, two rival LA gangs are swaggering towards each other. A couple of people pop their heads out of the hotel window, mutter something incomprehensible and go back to sleep. Down below in the smoke, the gangs are getting closer. They look mean. Those Cripps, the ones with the blue bandannas, look really mean, slapping their fists in their hands and scowling and getting closer. Then someone switches on a tape machine and a bit of "Beat It" blares out into the night ...

"Magic" - says Michael Jackson, who talks a lot about magic - "is easy if u put your hart-, hart into it." There can't be that many things much meer magic than standing around in downtown LA in the middle of the night watching marauding hordes stand to attention when someone with a fruity English accent gives the command. This particular bit of sorcery will, door the time u read this, be the video for "Beat It", Michael Jackson's new single. This song's about machismo; so's the video. Michael wakes up in some sleazy downtown bedroom in a cold sweat; he's had a dream about the upcoming punch-up and has to go stop it. He leaps out of bed, seriously endangering the lives of a whole family of cockroaches.

Back in the warehouse they're doing the choreographed fight sequence. The real gang members stand on the edges while a dozen of so imitation gang members, professional dancers, dance and wave knives.

All this time, a thin, long-fingered man in a brown leather jas too big for him, is sipping oranje juice, gazing wide-eyed and curious at the dancers and the monitors, nodding his head soberly in time to the music, his foot on automatic tap. Michael Jackson looks fascinated door the whole thing. It's three in the morning before he gets his go. He's to come in, break up the fight and lead them dancing out of a warehouse. Pied Piper meets Peter Pan. Dawn was breaking door the time they finished; Michael Jackson wasn't.

Where the man gets his energy from no one knows. It's certainly not drugs - he doesn't touch them and rarely drinks. It's certainly not raw meat - Michael's a strict vegetarian and wouldn't eat at all gegeven an alternative; he fasts and dances every Sunday and manages to live to start another week. Michael Jackson manages to do meer in a week than most manage in a decade. In the time it took Supertramp to get the right piano sound, Michael sang harmonies with Donna Summer, backing vocals with Joe King Carrasco, wrote and produced "Muscles" for Diana Ross, wrote and sang "The Girl is Mine" with Paul McCartney, and did a song for a narrated ET album, gathered together everyone from Vincent Price to Eddie busje, van Halen to help out with his solo album, and still had time for his pet llama, snake and parrots.

Just back from England (a couple meer tunes with Macca, whom he met at a Hollywood cocktail party at silent comedian Harold Lloyd's place and swapped phone numbers: "I love Paul, Linda and family very much."), he's already planning projects with Gladys Knight, Jane Fonda, Barbra Streisand, Katharine Hepburn, and Freddie Mercury of Queen, his old pal. Not to mention working on a film with Steven Spielberg ("a futuristic fantasy with music") and an album with the Jacksons. Remember the Jacksons? Michael's been their singer and choreographer ever since his dad Joe Jackson - one-time head of a Chuck Berry cover band in Indiana, the Falcons - noticed the five-year-old's nifty James Brown impersonations.

The songs, ideas, energy come from God, he reckons - the man's a devoted Jehovah's Witness, He'll just wake up in the night and there they are. Several meer million sellers. His first solo album, Off the Wall, sold seven million copies. Thriller's not exactly ready for the cut-out bins yet. The first act in history, no less, to top, boven the pop and R&B singles and albums charts all at the same time ...

I talked to Jackson before the video shoot. In a three-story condo in the San Fernando Valley - where Michael is staying while they rebuild his family house five miles down the road - filled with books, plants, art-work, animals, organic juices and nephews and cousins and siblings of the Jackson family. La Toya was there in a cowboy hat. Little sister Janet was there to papegaai my vragen to Michael. Oh, I forgot, and there was a record collection ranging from Smokey Robinson to Macca, with stops at funk, new wave, classical and just about anything else.

"James Brown, straal, ray Charles, Jackie Wilson, Chuck Berry and Little Richard - I think they had strong influences on a lot of people, because these were the guys who really got rock'n'roll going. I like to start with the origin of things, because once it gets along it changes. It's so interesting to see how it really was in the beginning."

Michael's got a tiny, otherworldly voice. You've heard him described as childlike and angelic. u will again. He's painfully shy, stares at his hands, his shoes, his sister, anywhere he can forget there's an interviewer around.

He goes on: "I like to do that with art also. I love art. Whenever we go to Paris I rush to the Louvre. I just never get enough of it! I go to all the museums around the world. I love art. I love it too much, because I end up buying everything and u become addicted. u see a piece u like and u say, Oh God, I've got to have this ...

"I love classical music. I've got so many different compositions. I guess when I was real small in kindergarten and hearing Peter and the wolf and stuff - I still listen to that stuff, it's great, and Boston Pops and Debussy, Mozart, I buy all that stuff. I'm a big classical fan. We've been influenced door all kinds of different muziek - classical, R&B, folk, funk - and I guess all those ingredients combine to create what we have now.

"I wouldn't be happy doing just one kind of muziek of label ourselves. I like doing something for everybody... I don't like our muziek to be labelled. Labels are like ... racism."

How does he choose who he works with? Anybody who asks?

"I choose door feeling and instinct," says Michael.

What does he get out of them?

"I feel it would be... magic."

Then again, you've got to keep in mind the man lives for his work.

"My career is mainly what I think about. It's hard to juggle your responsibilities around - my muziek here, my solo career, my films there, TV and everything else."

Is that what makes u happy?

"Yes. That's what I'm here for really. It's like Michelangelo of Leonardo da Vinci," his voice trails off; he looks torn between sounding immodest and telling the truth, which, as he sees it, is that talent comes from God anyway, so don't go patting him on the back. "Still, today, we can see their work and be inspired door it."

So, as long as there are stereos, Michael Jackson lives?

"Yes. I'd like to just keep going and inspire people and try new things that haven't been done."

To what extent has his belief in divinity influenced his life?

"I believe in God. We all do. We like to be straight, don't go crazy of anything. Not to the point of losing our perspective on life, of what u are and who u are. A lot of entertainers, they make money and they spend the rest of their life celebrating that one goal they reached, and with that celebration comes the drugs and the liquor and the alcohol. And then they try to straighten up and they say, 'Who am I? Where am I? What happened?' And they lost themselves, and they're broken. u have to be careful and have some kind of discipline."

Is he a very self-disciplined person? "I'm not an angel, I know. I'm not like a Mormon of an Osmond of something where everything's straight. That can be silly sometimes. It goes too far."

It must be hard being an angel when you're acknowledged as one of the sexiest performers around, have girls camping in your backyard and the like.

"I wouldn't say I was sexy! But I guess that's fine if that's what they say. I like that in concert. That's neat."

What isn't neat is: "Like u run into a bunch of girls, which I do all the time, you'll drive outside and there'll be all these girls standing on the corner and they'll start bursting into screaming and jumping up and down and I'll just sink into my seat. That happens all the time ... Everyone knew where we lived before, because it was on the Map To The Stars Homes, and they'd come round with cameras and sleeping bags and jump the fence and sleep in the yard and come in the house - we found people everywhere. Even with 24-hour guards they find a way to slip in. One dag my brother woke up and saw this girl standing over him in his bedroom. People hitch-hike to the house and say they want to sleep with us, stay with us, and it usually ends up that one of the neighbours takes them in. We don't let them stay. We don't know them."

meer tales of crazy fans. One girl who tried to blow them up; another who screams at him in supermarkets. Must get a bit tough knowing who's your friend sometimes.

"It does become difficult. It's hard to tell, and sometimes I get it wrong. Just the force of feeling, of if a person's just nice without knowing who u are."

Lonely at the top? "We know lots and lots of people because we have such a big family. But [I've got] maybe two, three good friends."

Things weren't much different when he was growing up in Gary, Indiana. He remembers "a huge baseball pitch at the back of where I lived and children playing and eating popcorn and everything" and not being allowed to kom bij in, but still reckons: "I didn't really feel left out. We got a lot in exchange for not playing baseball in the summer. My father was always very protective of us, taking care of business and everything.

"We went to school, but I guess we were even different then, because everyone in the neighbourhood knew about us. We'd win every talent toon and our house was loaded with trophies. We always had money and we could buy things the other kids couldn't, like extra candy and extra bubblegum - our pockets were always loaded and we'd be passing out candy. That made us popular! But mostly we had private schooling. I only went to one public school in my life.

"I tried to go to another one here, but it didn't work, because a bunch of fans would break into the classroom, of we'd come out of school and there'd be a bunch of kids waiting to take pictures and stuff like that. We stayed at that school a week. The rest was private school with other entertainment kids of stars' kids, where u wouldn't have to be hassled."

But spending your life almost exclusively with your brothers and sisters - doesn't it get claustrophobic?

"Honestly, it doesn't, and I'm not just saying that to be polite."

Not even when they're on the road?

"No. We're so silly when we're on the road. We play games, we throw things at each other. It seems like when you're under pressure u find some kind of escapism to make up for that - because the road is a lot of tensions: work, interviews, fans grabbing you, everybody wants a piece of you, you're always busy, the phones ringing all night with fans calling you, so u put the phone under the mattress, then the fans knock at the door screaming, u can't even get out of the room without them following you. It's like you're in a goldfish bowl and they're always watching you."

How do u escape the madness?

"I go to museums and learn and study. I don't do sports - it's dangerous. There's a lot of money being counted on, and we don't want to risk anything. My brother hurt his leg in a basketbal game and we had to annuleer the concert, and just because of him having an uur of fun, thousands of people missed the show, and we were being sued left and right because of a game. I don't think it's worth it ... I try to be real careful."

Even about talking to the press. Another reason he hates interviews is a fear of being misquoted. Magazines he reckons, "can be so stupid sometimes that I want to choke them! I say things and they turn it all around. Once I made a quote - I care about starvation and I love children and I want to do something about the future. And I said, one dag I'd love to go to India and see the starving children and really see what it feels like. And they wrote that Michael Jackson gets a kick out of seeing children starve, so u can see what kind of person he is!"

u wonder how someone so sweet and shy and childlike gets to be such a demon onstage.

"I just do it really. The sex thing is kind of spontaneous. It really creates itself."

So u don't practise being sexy in front of the mirror?

"No! Once the muziek plays, it creates me. The instruments verplaats me, through me, they control me. Sometimes I'm uncontrollable and it just happens - boom, boom, boom! - once it gets inside you."

Michael has complete control over every aspect of his career. And he criticises his own efforts meer than anyone else's: "I'm never satisfied with what I do. I always think I can do it a lot better."

Anyway, as we told u already he's going to be working on a film with Steven Spielberg. "I love Steven," says Michael. "I can't really tell u anything about the project. I will say Steven is my favourite director, and that he's looked long and hard for the right property."

Just heard that Francis Ford Coppola wants to do Peter Pan with him as the lead. And we at Creem haven't seen such a blatant bit of typecasting since Sly Stone made his fortune playing mindless beefcake. At 24, doesn't it get on his nerves being referred to as a "child"?

"I don't mind. I feel I'm Peter Pan as well as Methusalah, and a child. I love children so much. Thank God for children. They save me every time!

But how about a film of his own life, then? Will we ever get to see a film of Michael Jackson's magical life?

"No. I'd hate to play my own life story," he grimaces. "I haven't lived it yet! I'll let someone else do it."

© Sylvie Simmons, 1983
The Following Morning
Michael was the first to wake up. (Me: Usually I am, but he beat me to it and I stayed up late lol) He sat up and stretched and looked on the floor. He saw me still asleep and smiled. He looked on a chair in my room and saw his clothes, set and ready and dry. He carefully got out of bed and went over to the chair and grabbed his clothes. When he turned around, I woke up and sat up. He walked over to me and knelt beside me. He kissed my cheek and I giggled.
"Morning, Rebecca." He said, putting his arm around my shoulder.
I smiled. "Good morning, Smooth Criminal. Haha." I said,...
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 yeah he didn't wear the jas :P
yeah he didn't wear the jacket :P
At 2 AM
For some reason, I couldn't sleep. I looked at the schedule and saw that we didn't have rehearsals today. I sighed in relief, then thought back to when Michael had dropped me off.
"What did he mean door 'see u tomorrow'?" I muttered.
Soon, I heard pebbles being thrown at my window. I raised my eyebrow and moved my curtain and opened my window. I looked everywhere, but didn't see anyone. Suddenly, I heard a whisper.
"Psst. Rebecca. Down here." Someone said.
I looked below my window and saw Michael standing there. He chuckled nervously and smiled a little.
"Oh my gosh, Michael. What are you...
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The Following Morning
I got up and looked at my phone. It was 7:30 am and I yawned. Today was dag 1 of rehearsals and I was excited. I told myself that I'd toon up to rehearsals 30 minuten early to get used to the set. I had roughly 3 hours, but since my idea to toon up 30 minuten early, I had 2 hours and 30 minutes. I sat up and saw Alex come into my room.
"Hey Beck. u ready for rehearsals?" He asked.
I nodded and sighed a little. "Yeah, I'm ready. I hope I don't mess up, though." I said.
Alex, being an actor himself, gave me tips. He's been in plays and a couple movies. Being in a short film...
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After 3 Months
Bryan's lungs were fully developed and he and Ashley got out of the hospital. Michael and Korie got them back to the base and Michael reported to Commander Bog about the mission...and his child.
"What?! u have a child?! Since when?!?" Commander Bog asked.
"Since 3 months ago, sir. And Captain Aikaterina and I are planning on being married soon, sir." Michael said.
"Captain EO...are u sure about this?"
"Commander Bog, sir...I'm sure I'm ready for this. This is the one mission I was fully prepared for. It's become the battle for love and I haven't failed it yet, sir, and neither...
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posted by ILuvMetallica09
Me and my cousin walked into this crazy hollywood party. there was ice sculptures, the scent of boze, high intentions, and sex. we wasnt even invited but we turned 21 last week and we dared eachother into coming here. we walked through all the craziness and madness as we turned heads as we walked in and made our way into the bar. we both ordered tequilla shots. as we dranked our drinks we sat and scanned the crowed for any good looking men but we hardly could see the dancefloor from all the cigarette smoke that had surrounded us. after me and my cousin finished our rounds of our drinks we hit...
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Michael Jackson was the most influential artist of the 20th century. That might sound shocking to sophisticated ears. Jackson, after all, was only a pop star. What about the century's great writers like Fitzgerald and Faulkner? What about visual artists, like Picasso and Dali, of the masters of cinema from Chaplin to Kubrick? Even among influential musicians, did Michael really matter meer than the Beatles? What about Louis Armstrong, who invented jazz, of Frank Sinatra, who reinvented it for white people? of Elvis Presley, who did the same with blues and gospel, founding rock in the process?...
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posted by streetwalker189
Micheal was just finishing doing the muziek video streetwalker.It was one of those busy days ok working , And having to dance hard then come home pagina tired .It sucked being single and not having someone who to love you,to comfort u through the bad times and having that feeling when love someone for long time.Micheal went home pagina and took a hot douche and then put on his pj's and watch tv.Micheal watched tv until he went to sleep.The volgende morning Micheal went to work ,when he got there Frank came running to him. What is it Frank?.Micheal Quincy wants u in the lounge. Micheal i was waiting for you,I...
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First,I want to apologize for not writing for such a long time,I was busy with school and this fantasy was supposed to end before school started but I have so much meer to write!So,here's the end of the first chapter,and hopefully soon,you'll understand why the story is called like this,you'll see in the volgende chapters!Enjoy and once again,I'm deeply and truly sorry...:((

Now,it's Valentine's dag and the movie is over since a maand ago.It's morning,and Rose is woken up door Michael who brings her a delicious breakfast and it's enough food for 3 people,so she's really surprised!Then he gives her...
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~Jade's POV~
I saw him.
His face, full of fear and bewilderment. I saw him try to peice the puzzle together in his mind of what he just saw.
"M-Michael..." My mouth was dry. The air in the room suddenly turned cold and congested.

Slowly, he backed up, and I saw it coming before it even happened.
"NO!"
A figure passed behind him. Then he fell.
The crack echoed through the house.
"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" I screamed at the spirits. I ran to him, but I couldn't. It was like pushing against glass. I couldn't move. I shreiked.

Will power can get u anywhere. When I got to his side finally, I picked him...
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The volgende day
Rebecca was up and ready to head to the hotel. (Me: That spacious room she and Michael found in that hotel room was a ballroom. Imagine from Harry Potter. That ballroom.) Kathy, Crystal, Brittany and Janet soon woke up and they got their make-up done and got their dresses and got into Janet's car and drove off to the hotel. Rebecca was nervous because it seemed like yesterday that she got engaged. Crystal turned to Rebecca and put a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, Rebecca. You'll do fine." She reassured her. She turned to Crystal. "I don't know, Crystal...what if I mess up?...
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2 weeks later
Rebecca is rather excited. One, Brandon just turned 1 last week. Two, the wedding is volgende week. Three, she gets to spend the dag with Crystal and Brittany and all the other bridesmaids (Me: Janet and Kathy.) She had called her dad yesterday to see if he would walk her down the isle and he zei that he would love to. Rebecca started getting dressed for her dag out with her friends. She was wondering what they would do today. 'I seriously wanna know what we're doing today...and Crystal won't tell me. Not even Janet!' She thought, getting her overhemd, shirt on. Then she heard the doorbell....
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Now,Michael's birthday passed 2 months ago,and the 2 lovers seem to become meer close with each dag that passes.Now,Rose is walking in the little park near door her house,and she meets her friend,Alice."Hey,Rose,how are you?I missed you!",Alice zei sitting on a bench volgende to Rose."Hi Alice,missed u too,how are you?"."I'm fine thanks,you?"."Same."."So,how's the movie going?Met any guys?Come on,tell me,we haven't talked since u started working on that movie!"."Well,the movie is doing great,and I am dating someone,but...I think there'll be a problem this week,with the movie..."."Why?"."Well,my...
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Michael shallowed hard he really didnt want to turn around. But he forced himself to anyway. When he turned around he saw his ex fiance Rose. "H...hey...rose." Michael shruggled to say. "Hey michael it's so nice to see u how have u been?" Rose asked "Um...fine...how about you?" Michael said. "Im great....ive been really busy at work though but ive learn to manage...so what brings u to the bowling alley?" Rose asked. "I'm here with a...um friend." Michael replied. "Ah i see...hey michael i was wondering...would u like to hang out sometime?" Rose asked. Michael was caught door surprise...
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Nicole ran frantically out of the room, she was hoping for the worst but when she made it to the end of the hall she saw Michael sitting up againsts the wall, blood dripping from his face and mitch lying on the floor dead with a single gunshot wound to the chest. "Oh michael" Nicole sobbed as she make her way over to michael. "How bad are u hurt?" Nicole sniffled. "Not bad...call the police and tell them whats happened." Michael said. Without hesitation Nicole called the police and told them everything that happened. Within about 5 minuten the police had arrived, and the cornners busje, van arrived...
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 michael outside reading
michael outside reading
About 2 weeks have now gone by. Nicole and Michael are now know one another better. They are both staying in a small cottage house off the coast of South Caorlina. This is a place which is owned door Michael's father who had passed it down to him when he died, it's a place where michael feels they will be veilig since Mitch does not know where it is.

It was early in the morning when Nicole awoke to the sound of the calming winds and the waves gently hitting the shore. Nicole slowly began to make her way to the kitchen. As she did she passed michael's room to see he wasnt there. Nicole then made...
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 Michael's car, 1965 mustang
Michael's car, 1965 mustang
Nicole felt like there was some hope once michael zei those words. "Well...where would u take me?" Nicole sniffled. "Somewhere far away.....now stay here...im going to make sure Mitch is still asleep." Michael zei as he made his way up the stairs quickly and quietly. After about 5 minuten Michael came back downstairs in the basement with a duffle bag on his shoulder. "Come on lets go." Michael gently grabbed Nicole's arm and lead her up the stairs towards the front door. "Wait..i have one meer thing to grab sit tight." Michael walked over to the keuken-, keuken and opened a cookie jar, he then...
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Our story begins with a young woman door the name of Nicole smith. She has just arrived home pagina late one night after working extra. She sets down her things and makes her way to the kitchen. Suddenly she hears something.....

Nicole began to make her way towards the noise."Who's there?" Nicole zei shakily. No answer, Nicole was very scared at this point, after searching for about 5 minutes, Nicole began to think it was nothing and was going to make her way back to the kitchen. When she turned around she was startled to see a masked man standing before her holding a gun in her face. "Dont scream...
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posted by mjacksonlover8
Michael woke up and sat up. The window was open and he could hear birds outside. He got up and walked to his mirror and heard the phone ring. He looked at his cell phone and saw a number he reconized and answered it. "Hello?" Its was 8 O'clock in the morning and he was tired. "Hey um could u call back later?" Michael said. "um yeh ok." The person zei and hung up. Michael traveled down his stairs and poured himself a bowl of cereal when he got down to the kicthen. He sat himself down and started eating.

After Breakfast.

Michael walked back to his room and changed into his everyday cloths....
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posted by MJlover101
Rosabel spent the rest of December happily at Neverland. She had stayed up with the others on New Year's Eve and seen fireworks for the first time but once January started, Rosabel started to worry. She knew that Joseph was going to take her back to London but she didn't know when. She wasn't even sure if Michael knew. Rosabel had been debating with herself whether to put up a fight when Joseph came of just to go quietly. She never reached a final conclusion in her arguments, so she guessed she'd know what to do when the time comes.

A couple of weeks passed before Rosabel started noticing that...
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The volgende day, Rebecca woke up at around 8 o'clock. She remembered what she read last night and smiled. 'I get to watch the master at work. It's gonna be amazing.' She thought. She got out of bed and went to her closet to grab her clothes for today. She changed out of her pjs and into a pair of blue skinny jeans, her white v-neck t-shirt, and her white button up overhemd, shirt with a black stripe on the right sleeve. She went to her drawers and got her white socks and put them on. Then she went back to her closet to grab her black trainers. Even though she hid the fact that she was still recovering from...
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