A little over half a century ago, the angels, just as they always do, were playing with starlight. When angels play with starlight, it turns into a pure goud stone that shines all of the colours of the rainbow. Once, and only once, an angel dropped some golden starlight and it fell onto Earth. The precious stone formed into the shape of a human boy who had magical eyes and a smile that made your hart-, hart melt. He danced and sang for us and we laughed with joy. As he aged into a man he grew even meer beautiful and continued to bring us light and happiness. Like wine, his muziek grew sweeter as time went by. He knew that to make us smile the most all he had to do was to walk on the moon. He lived on Earth but he was the only man who knew how to climb up to the moon and dance on it because he was the only man who was made of starlight. He felt guilty every time he climbed down again so he spent most of his life up there. He knew if he did that he could make us happy. He danced so much his feet began to get tired and he sang so much his lungs began to hurt. The precious stone he was made of began to shine through his skin and people mocked and jaded him because he was different. The world started to feel threatened door its precious man of pure goud and tried to break him. Although his body didn’t break, his hart-, hart slowly did. He kept smiling but inside he was tired because his broken hart-, hart ached every time it beat. Six years geleden he took a deep breath and promised us that he would dance and sing for us one last time. He climbed up into the skies to reach the moon but his broken hart-, hart of goud exploded and he turned into a thousand stars. He twinkles there still, our precious man of gold, and if u look carefully, u can see his soul dancing around in the moonlight. If u listen on a quiet night, u can hear a far off joyous song, so beautiful if it were any louder it could break your hart-, hart too. Michael Jackson is singing far up above us, and although he is gone from our Earth, his starlight will bring us happiness forever. Rest in peace my darling. My soul is dancing with yours but my hart-, hart will never stop missing you.
Michael and Quincy sat in the room, listening to the tapes that were recorded just a few hours ago. It was unclear what Quincy thought, but Michael felt the grown up and disco feel it had. " This is gonna sell." He mumbled excitedly. Quincy nodded in agreement before standing up. " hallo Mike, I gotta go, my wife Peggy is waiting for me. And so is her garnaal, garnalen gumbo. See ya later Funky." He left.
Now I was alone, with nobody to be found. So, I packed up everything and left. Mother was probably get worried, so I called my driver to get me home, since my car was in the koop getting repainted.
Now I was alone, with nobody to be found. So, I packed up everything and left. Mother was probably get worried, so I called my driver to get me home, since my car was in the koop getting repainted.
All Michael really wanted as an adult was to be a kid.To run round until your parents called u in,to ride your bike round town to just be a normal kid.Joe Jackson didn't give a damn about Michael.All he wanted was meer money. Michael's older brothers Jermain and Jackie often bought girls back to the hotels they stayed at.We all know what happened after that.Then when michael became an adult,Those stupid tabloids zei a load of crap about him.He was just trying to be the kid he never could be.Now hes dead. Martin bashisheadintoawall as i call him zei some awful stuff to.We all miss u michael. i hope youv'e found your childhood.
Michael's P.O.V
When our private jet arrived in California, I was meer than overjoyed. I could see my mother, sisters and Randy again and we could be together for the moment before Joseph made another gig. Honestly, this is much better than when we had to do those " chitlin circuits " we did in the mid 60s. Then, I was far away from those I enjoy most, I already see my brothers everyday.
Hayvenhurst seemed to glow meer than usual, and I couldn't be meer than excited to see them. I could rest with no interruptions and embrace my mother with all my might. I just hope that one dag everything will stop at a pulsing halt; maybe have our family be together, not door default.
* Running out of ideas but I'll keep hanging on and let my creative juices flow! *
When our private jet arrived in California, I was meer than overjoyed. I could see my mother, sisters and Randy again and we could be together for the moment before Joseph made another gig. Honestly, this is much better than when we had to do those " chitlin circuits " we did in the mid 60s. Then, I was far away from those I enjoy most, I already see my brothers everyday.
Hayvenhurst seemed to glow meer than usual, and I couldn't be meer than excited to see them. I could rest with no interruptions and embrace my mother with all my might. I just hope that one dag everything will stop at a pulsing halt; maybe have our family be together, not door default.
* Running out of ideas but I'll keep hanging on and let my creative juices flow! *
A few months later...
Michael's P.O.V
I'm working on my first adulthood solo album with Quincy Jones ( whom I call Funky ). It's supposed to be a sign that I'm not a child anymore and that I'm completely capable of working without my brothers under my wing, and my father taking charge of all my actions.
At least with Quincy, I know that he thinks that I can be a successful solo artist. And then there is other reasons too. I want to be known meer than another black artist. I want to overcome those color barriers. And being stuck in the same R&B chart isn't fun either. I want to break that streak too. I also want to be became better known outside the United States, I want to thrive outside America and explore and get a bigger fan base. I know it's a lot of expectations but I know it'll all happen someday....
Sorry it's so short, just having a mild writers block. I'll be sure to make it longer volgende time though. <3 Hugs and Kisses
Michael's P.O.V
I'm working on my first adulthood solo album with Quincy Jones ( whom I call Funky ). It's supposed to be a sign that I'm not a child anymore and that I'm completely capable of working without my brothers under my wing, and my father taking charge of all my actions.
At least with Quincy, I know that he thinks that I can be a successful solo artist. And then there is other reasons too. I want to be known meer than another black artist. I want to overcome those color barriers. And being stuck in the same R&B chart isn't fun either. I want to break that streak too. I also want to be became better known outside the United States, I want to thrive outside America and explore and get a bigger fan base. I know it's a lot of expectations but I know it'll all happen someday....
Sorry it's so short, just having a mild writers block. I'll be sure to make it longer volgende time though. <3 Hugs and Kisses