Becca didn't realize that one month went by and she still hasn't told her parents yet about hers and Michael's engagement. Becca was packing her stuff in her room and looked at her ring. She was moving in with Michael at his house, so she was excited. Katherine knocked and came in. "Hey Becca, my almost daughter-in-law." She said. Becca giggled. "Hey Katherine. Or should I say...mom?" She said giggling. Katherine chuckled a bit and looked at her stuff. "Do you need any help?" She asked. "I think I have everything, but can you please check the closet to see if I left anything in there?" "Sure." Katherine walked to the closet and opened it up and found something on the ground and picked it up. "How about this? Do you want to leave this behind, Becca?" Becca turned around to see the silver jacket. "Oh, I don't think I want to leave that behind. How did it get on the ground?" She walked over and handed it to Becca for her to put it in her suitcase. "It must have fallen off the hanger. Is that everything?" "It should be everything..." Becca made sure nothing else was in the room. Katherine was wondering what her parents had said about the engagement. "Becca, did you tell your parents about it?" Becca stopped and turned to Katherine, knowing she can't lie. "I didn't. I was worried about what they'd think." "They need to understand that you aren't a little girl anymore. You have grown up so much since I saw you. You've had so much fun here and with Michael at rehearsals. It's time for you to choose your path to go on. God has given you a choice and a great gift. And now, he's given you a man who will love you forever. Along with children who will love you." Becca was about to cry. Once she felt tears fall down her cheeks, Katherine gave her a hug and let her cry on her shoulder. "Thanks, Katherine. I really appreciate it." She sniffled and shook. Katherine rubbed her back. "It's no trouble, Becca." She was starting to calm down and heard the doorbell ring. She let Becca go. "That must be Michael. Come along." They soon walked out of the room and went to answer the door. Katherine opened the door to see Michael and Chris Tucker standing there. "Why hello, Michael and Chris. What are you two doing here?" Katherine asked. "Well, I'm here to help Ms. Becca here with her things. Getting them into the car and all." Chris said giving a smile. Becca couldn't help but laugh a little. Chris was such a comedian. She knew it from when she saw the extended version of You Rock My World. "Come on in, you two. Becca, go get some of your things. Michael, you stay out here for a bit, ok? Chris, you can go help." Chris nodded and went to help Becca with her things. Michael came in and sat down on the couch, Katherine sitting on the chair. "What is it, Mother?" Michael asked. "Becca hasn't told her parents about the engagement. You have to convince her to tell them. She said that she wouldn't know what they'd think about it." "Oh God...well, I'll see about helping her with that. We'll call them via Video Chat and see what we can do." "Thank you, Michael." As soon as Becca's last little box was in the trunk of Chris' car, Michael said goodbye to his mother and soon they left for his house.
At his house
Becca was asking if Michael celebrated Thanksgiving, since it was one week away. "I never really had a chance to celebrate Thanksgiving, Becca. Being a vegetarian and all. It's kinda hard for me." He said. Becca was in shock. "Oh, that's right. Because of diet changes when you were getting older...well, I'll help with that. I can give you the best Thanksgiving ever, Michael. You'll love what I can cook up." She said and Michael nodded. He was excited to celebrate his first actual Thanksgiving. She explained what they had to do during the time like decorating and such. She said that she'd handle the cooking and knew exactly what to do. Since she knew Michael was a pollo-vegetarian, she wanted to make this Thanksgiving different for him. She was actually a pure vegetarian, but it's not a problem for her. She knew there had to be a change for her vegetarian diet and she loved fried chicken. Same with Michael. Soon, they got to the house and got her stuff into the bedroom. Paris, Prince and Blanket saw her come in and they ran to her. "Becca!!" Paris said and hugged her. Becca hugged back. "Mom!" Blanket said and hugged her too. Becca giggled and hugged them all. "Paris, I'm gonna need your help with a holiday coming up." "Ooo, is it Thanksgiving?" "Yeah. Do you wanna help cook?" "I'd love to!" "Good. Prince and Blanket, can you two help your father decorate?" They nodded and went to help him. "What do we need, Becca?" Paris asked. "We're gonna need to go to the store. We need to get a few things. We're gonna hold off on cooking until next week, so it should be fine. Come. Let's go!" "Do I need my mask?" Becca forgot about the mask. "I got a better idea. Hold on." Becca went to call the grocery store and told them to close down, but leave a few employees in there to help out. Then she hung up. "Alright, now let's go. No one is there but a few employees that you know. Ok?" "Alright! No mask!" "Shh. You don't want your dad to hear that." "Oh, right...hee hee." "Quick, let's go." Then they headed out into Chris' car and told him that they needed to go to the store. "Alright, buckle up and we'll head out." He said and they did so and then headed out to the store.
At the store
Only a few workers were there, which is a good thing. It's only people Paris and Becca knew. They walked into the store and saw everyone there. They got a cart and started looking around. "Dad is a vegetarian, so what do we need to get?" Paris asked. "Well, actually, he's a pollo-vegetarian, its someone who eats chicken occasionally. So we will need a chicken instead of a turkey to fry." Becca said as they started looking around. Paris found one that was big enough to feed almost the entire family. "It's $25 for this one. Is it good?" Becca checked it and felt around the spots. "It's good. Good eye, Paris." She smiled at Becca as they continued to look around. "We need peas, mashed potatoes, corn, stuffing, gravy, and pumpkin pie filling with crust." "Ooo, that sounds yummy. Oh! Found the peas!" "Ok, grab at least 4 cans, it should be enough for the family." Paris nodded and grabbed 4 cans and put them in the cart, next to the big chicken. "Alright. Peas, check. Chicken, check. Let's get the stuffing." They continued down the aisles and found the stuffing and put it in the basket, along with the corn and mashed potatoes and gravy and pumpkin pie filling and crust. "Alright, all done. Let's get something to drink while we're here, Paris. Go choose whichever one you want." "Alright!" She ran to the drinks and looked through them. Becca knew what she wanted and what Michael wanted. She went over there and picked up two Pepsi's and placed them in the cart. Paris got three Coca Colas and put them in the cart. "Prince and Blanket like Coke, too?" "Yeah, they do. I told them that if we ever went to the store that I'd pick up Cokes for them, too." "Awe, that's so sweet of you." Becca patted her head and she giggled. They went to check out and surprisingly it wasn't at all what she expected it to be. It wasn't even expensive. She only had to spend $60, which wasn't at all bad. Becca took out the $60 and handed it to the cashier and she rang it up and soon, they left back to the car and put the stuff in. Paris said that they can wait until Thanksgiving to get their drinks, and Becca agreed to that. 'Michael can wait, too. He's patient.' She thought as they were heading home with Chris.
Back at the house
Blanket and Prince crashed on the couch and Michael was asleep on the chair. Becca and Paris and Chris were being careful not to wake them up, but saw the decorations. "Oh wow...it's pretty in here." Paris whispered. "Yeah, it is. They must have spent a lot of time doing this." Becca whispered back. Chris helped them get the stuff into the kitchen and put away. Becca thanked Chris and he told her that it was no problem at all. He soon left and they went into Paris' room. "Oh wow...they decorated my room, too!" Paris was whispering still, but with excitement. "It's pretty in here, Paris. They really went all out. I guess your father had some things hidden in the shed and decided to bring them out to decorate the rooms." "Yeah...he has things hidden. Like his wine cellar." "He has a wine cellar?" "Yeah. Ever realize that there was a secret door in the floor in the living room?" "Not really. He never showed me that when I first stayed here." "Well, it's down there. When he's sleeping, I can take you down there. He also keeps sparkling cider down there, too. The only holidays dad and us celebrate are Halloween, Christmas, New Years, Easter, Mother's day, and Father's day. That's about it. We never actually celebrated Thanksgiving before." "Well, for your father, I'm gonna make it special for you guys. And different, since he's a pollo-vegetarian." "Alright. Well, I'm sleepy." "It's only 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Paris." "Yeah I know, but I barely got any sleep last night because of my nightmares." "Nightmares? What kind of nightmares?" "Like me being eaten alive and such. That one specifically comes back to haunt me every night." "Awe, well, let's get you into bed then and I'll put on a little music for you, ok?" "Ok." Paris soon got into bed and Becca tucked her in. "Can you sing me a lullaby before you put on the music?" "Sure. What do you want me to sing?" "Anything really." "Alright. Hm..." Becca thought about it and I'll Be There came into her head. Then she started singing.
"You and I must make a pact, we must bring salvation back
Where there is love, I'll be there
I'll reach out my hand to you, I'll have faith in all you do
Just call my name and I'll be there
I'll be there to comfort you,
Build my world of dreams around you, I'm so glad that I found you
I'll be there with a love that's strong
I'll be your strength, I'll keep holding on
Let me fill your heart with joy and laughter
Togetherness, well that's all I'm after
Whenever you need me, I'll be there
I'll be there to protect you, with an unselfish love that respects you
Just call my name and I'll be there
If you should ever find someone new, I know he'd better be good to you
'Cause if he doesn't, I'll be there
Don't you know, baby, yeah yeah
I'll be there, I'll be there, just call my name, I'll be there
(Just look over your shoulders, honey - oo)
I'll be there, I'll be there, whenever you need me, I'll be there
Don't you know, baby, yeah yeah
I'll be there, I'll be there, just call my name, I'll be there... "
Once Becca finished the song, Paris was fast asleep. Becca kissed her forehead and went over to her CD player and turned it on and put some Jackson 5 slow tunes on for her to listen to while she slept. 'That should keep the nightmares from coming to you, Paris.' She thought and then started walking toward the door. She looked at Paris and smiled. "Sweet dreams, Paris." She whispered and turned off the lights and headed out of the room. She went into Michael's bedroom and laid down on the bed after taking her shoes off and placing them beside her side of the bed. She curled up under a thin blanket and soon fell asleep herself, taking a little nap.
At his house
Becca was asking if Michael celebrated Thanksgiving, since it was one week away. "I never really had a chance to celebrate Thanksgiving, Becca. Being a vegetarian and all. It's kinda hard for me." He said. Becca was in shock. "Oh, that's right. Because of diet changes when you were getting older...well, I'll help with that. I can give you the best Thanksgiving ever, Michael. You'll love what I can cook up." She said and Michael nodded. He was excited to celebrate his first actual Thanksgiving. She explained what they had to do during the time like decorating and such. She said that she'd handle the cooking and knew exactly what to do. Since she knew Michael was a pollo-vegetarian, she wanted to make this Thanksgiving different for him. She was actually a pure vegetarian, but it's not a problem for her. She knew there had to be a change for her vegetarian diet and she loved fried chicken. Same with Michael. Soon, they got to the house and got her stuff into the bedroom. Paris, Prince and Blanket saw her come in and they ran to her. "Becca!!" Paris said and hugged her. Becca hugged back. "Mom!" Blanket said and hugged her too. Becca giggled and hugged them all. "Paris, I'm gonna need your help with a holiday coming up." "Ooo, is it Thanksgiving?" "Yeah. Do you wanna help cook?" "I'd love to!" "Good. Prince and Blanket, can you two help your father decorate?" They nodded and went to help him. "What do we need, Becca?" Paris asked. "We're gonna need to go to the store. We need to get a few things. We're gonna hold off on cooking until next week, so it should be fine. Come. Let's go!" "Do I need my mask?" Becca forgot about the mask. "I got a better idea. Hold on." Becca went to call the grocery store and told them to close down, but leave a few employees in there to help out. Then she hung up. "Alright, now let's go. No one is there but a few employees that you know. Ok?" "Alright! No mask!" "Shh. You don't want your dad to hear that." "Oh, right...hee hee." "Quick, let's go." Then they headed out into Chris' car and told him that they needed to go to the store. "Alright, buckle up and we'll head out." He said and they did so and then headed out to the store.
At the store
Only a few workers were there, which is a good thing. It's only people Paris and Becca knew. They walked into the store and saw everyone there. They got a cart and started looking around. "Dad is a vegetarian, so what do we need to get?" Paris asked. "Well, actually, he's a pollo-vegetarian, its someone who eats chicken occasionally. So we will need a chicken instead of a turkey to fry." Becca said as they started looking around. Paris found one that was big enough to feed almost the entire family. "It's $25 for this one. Is it good?" Becca checked it and felt around the spots. "It's good. Good eye, Paris." She smiled at Becca as they continued to look around. "We need peas, mashed potatoes, corn, stuffing, gravy, and pumpkin pie filling with crust." "Ooo, that sounds yummy. Oh! Found the peas!" "Ok, grab at least 4 cans, it should be enough for the family." Paris nodded and grabbed 4 cans and put them in the cart, next to the big chicken. "Alright. Peas, check. Chicken, check. Let's get the stuffing." They continued down the aisles and found the stuffing and put it in the basket, along with the corn and mashed potatoes and gravy and pumpkin pie filling and crust. "Alright, all done. Let's get something to drink while we're here, Paris. Go choose whichever one you want." "Alright!" She ran to the drinks and looked through them. Becca knew what she wanted and what Michael wanted. She went over there and picked up two Pepsi's and placed them in the cart. Paris got three Coca Colas and put them in the cart. "Prince and Blanket like Coke, too?" "Yeah, they do. I told them that if we ever went to the store that I'd pick up Cokes for them, too." "Awe, that's so sweet of you." Becca patted her head and she giggled. They went to check out and surprisingly it wasn't at all what she expected it to be. It wasn't even expensive. She only had to spend $60, which wasn't at all bad. Becca took out the $60 and handed it to the cashier and she rang it up and soon, they left back to the car and put the stuff in. Paris said that they can wait until Thanksgiving to get their drinks, and Becca agreed to that. 'Michael can wait, too. He's patient.' She thought as they were heading home with Chris.
Back at the house
Blanket and Prince crashed on the couch and Michael was asleep on the chair. Becca and Paris and Chris were being careful not to wake them up, but saw the decorations. "Oh wow...it's pretty in here." Paris whispered. "Yeah, it is. They must have spent a lot of time doing this." Becca whispered back. Chris helped them get the stuff into the kitchen and put away. Becca thanked Chris and he told her that it was no problem at all. He soon left and they went into Paris' room. "Oh wow...they decorated my room, too!" Paris was whispering still, but with excitement. "It's pretty in here, Paris. They really went all out. I guess your father had some things hidden in the shed and decided to bring them out to decorate the rooms." "Yeah...he has things hidden. Like his wine cellar." "He has a wine cellar?" "Yeah. Ever realize that there was a secret door in the floor in the living room?" "Not really. He never showed me that when I first stayed here." "Well, it's down there. When he's sleeping, I can take you down there. He also keeps sparkling cider down there, too. The only holidays dad and us celebrate are Halloween, Christmas, New Years, Easter, Mother's day, and Father's day. That's about it. We never actually celebrated Thanksgiving before." "Well, for your father, I'm gonna make it special for you guys. And different, since he's a pollo-vegetarian." "Alright. Well, I'm sleepy." "It's only 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Paris." "Yeah I know, but I barely got any sleep last night because of my nightmares." "Nightmares? What kind of nightmares?" "Like me being eaten alive and such. That one specifically comes back to haunt me every night." "Awe, well, let's get you into bed then and I'll put on a little music for you, ok?" "Ok." Paris soon got into bed and Becca tucked her in. "Can you sing me a lullaby before you put on the music?" "Sure. What do you want me to sing?" "Anything really." "Alright. Hm..." Becca thought about it and I'll Be There came into her head. Then she started singing.
"You and I must make a pact, we must bring salvation back
Where there is love, I'll be there
I'll reach out my hand to you, I'll have faith in all you do
Just call my name and I'll be there
I'll be there to comfort you,
Build my world of dreams around you, I'm so glad that I found you
I'll be there with a love that's strong
I'll be your strength, I'll keep holding on
Let me fill your heart with joy and laughter
Togetherness, well that's all I'm after
Whenever you need me, I'll be there
I'll be there to protect you, with an unselfish love that respects you
Just call my name and I'll be there
If you should ever find someone new, I know he'd better be good to you
'Cause if he doesn't, I'll be there
Don't you know, baby, yeah yeah
I'll be there, I'll be there, just call my name, I'll be there
(Just look over your shoulders, honey - oo)
I'll be there, I'll be there, whenever you need me, I'll be there
Don't you know, baby, yeah yeah
I'll be there, I'll be there, just call my name, I'll be there... "
Once Becca finished the song, Paris was fast asleep. Becca kissed her forehead and went over to her CD player and turned it on and put some Jackson 5 slow tunes on for her to listen to while she slept. 'That should keep the nightmares from coming to you, Paris.' She thought and then started walking toward the door. She looked at Paris and smiled. "Sweet dreams, Paris." She whispered and turned off the lights and headed out of the room. She went into Michael's bedroom and laid down on the bed after taking her shoes off and placing them beside her side of the bed. She curled up under a thin blanket and soon fell asleep herself, taking a little nap.
Michael Jackson's personal chef Kai Chase just testified -- claiming a frantic Dr. Conrad Murray begged her for help the day MJ died, ten minutes before anyone called 911.
According to Chase, she was in the kitchen preparing lunch for Michael and his kids -- and between 12:05 and 12:10PM, Murray ran downstairs, yelling for her to "get Prince, get help, get security."
Chase claimed she sent Prince to Dr. Murray and returned to work.
Chase admitted she didn't contact security -- a point highlighted by defense attorney J. Michael Flanagan.
Yesterday, MJ's personal assistant Michael Amir Williams testified ... Murray called him at 12:13 PM, and Williams immediately phoned security. MJ's security guard Alberto Alvarez eventually called 911 at 12:21 -- between 11 and 16 minutes after Murray allegedly asked Chase for help.
While Chase was leaving court today, we asked if she thought her testimony was helpful -- she responded, "Absolutely."
According to Chase, she was in the kitchen preparing lunch for Michael and his kids -- and between 12:05 and 12:10PM, Murray ran downstairs, yelling for her to "get Prince, get help, get security."
Chase claimed she sent Prince to Dr. Murray and returned to work.
Chase admitted she didn't contact security -- a point highlighted by defense attorney J. Michael Flanagan.
Yesterday, MJ's personal assistant Michael Amir Williams testified ... Murray called him at 12:13 PM, and Williams immediately phoned security. MJ's security guard Alberto Alvarez eventually called 911 at 12:21 -- between 11 and 16 minutes after Murray allegedly asked Chase for help.
While Chase was leaving court today, we asked if she thought her testimony was helpful -- she responded, "Absolutely."
The Michael Jackson estate is tired of waiting for Lloyd's of London to pay out on the $17.5 million "This Is it" insurance policy -- so they're going after Lloyd's in court ... demanding they pay up, stat.
Lloyd's of London originally issued the policy to cover potential losses for MJ's 2009 "This Is It" concerts -- but earlier this year, the company asked an L.A. court to declare the policy null and void ... claiming MJ lied about his medical history and drug addiction.
Lloyd's insists the policy "was restricted to losses resulting from accident only" -- pointing out Michael's official cause of death was "homicide."
But the estate is now on the offensive -- filing a cross-complaint, claiming MJ never intended to die, whether by homicide or not, so his death still qualifies as an accident.
But the estate isn't just settling for the original $17.5 million -- they also want punitive damages. FYI, suing for punitive damages often scares the crap out of insurance companies.
Lloyd's of London originally issued the policy to cover potential losses for MJ's 2009 "This Is It" concerts -- but earlier this year, the company asked an L.A. court to declare the policy null and void ... claiming MJ lied about his medical history and drug addiction.
Lloyd's insists the policy "was restricted to losses resulting from accident only" -- pointing out Michael's official cause of death was "homicide."
But the estate is now on the offensive -- filing a cross-complaint, claiming MJ never intended to die, whether by homicide or not, so his death still qualifies as an accident.
But the estate isn't just settling for the original $17.5 million -- they also want punitive damages. FYI, suing for punitive damages often scares the crap out of insurance companies.
The Next day Michael woke up notice that he was on floor and he just remember that he passed out so he got up and then he took a cold shower and he just wanted to chill out for today. Michael just put on hes PJS and he just watch some football and play some video games and then Usher call Michael and Usher say " yo Michael how are u feeling?" Michael say " i am doing good" Usher say " thats good but u know we have a job tonight right? Michael say " NO i didnt know u didnt even call me early but anyway i am not going" Usher say " What??" Michael say " I am not going Bit** " Usher say " u know what when I see u i am kill " Michael say " whatever " Usher say " watch u wish u was dead already" sorry whats happen when Usher sees Michael is he gonna get killed or stay alive. To be contuine
Today is the two-year anniversary of Michael Jackson's death -- and the saga has played out like a soap opera about betrayal, jealousy, love, greed and redemption.
When TMZ broke the news, it triggered a flood of stories about Jackson's struggles with drugs, the doctors who enabled him, the mystery surrounding his death, a little known drug called propofol, a family war against Michael's estate, a full court press to erase Michael's debt, and a posthumous marketing campaign to rival Elvis.
Take a look at TMZ's timeline from the moment we found something was terribly wrong with Michael.
When TMZ broke the news, it triggered a flood of stories about Jackson's struggles with drugs, the doctors who enabled him, the mystery surrounding his death, a little known drug called propofol, a family war against Michael's estate, a full court press to erase Michael's debt, and a posthumous marketing campaign to rival Elvis.
Take a look at TMZ's timeline from the moment we found something was terribly wrong with Michael.
Lloyd's of London has gone to court ... asking a judge to let the company off the financial hook, claiming it doesn't owe the Michael Jackson Estate $17.5 million on grounds MJ was a fraud.
The company issued the muilti-million dollar policy to cover the doomed "This Is It" tour for losses.
But Lloyd's claims it doesn't have to honor the policy for 2 primary reasons:
1. Michael Jackson and AEG allegedly lied about Michael's medical history -- specifically, MJ said he had not seen a doctor other than a cosmetic MD since June, 2005.
2. Michael did not disclose he was taking prescription drugs prior to and at the time of his death -- including Propofol.
Lloyd's is asking the court for a declaration that the policy is null and void as a result of the alleged fraud.
Howard Weitzman, the lawyer for the Estate, tells TMZ, "This legal action is nothing more than an insurance company trying to avoid paying a legitimate claim by the insured."
The company issued the muilti-million dollar policy to cover the doomed "This Is It" tour for losses.
But Lloyd's claims it doesn't have to honor the policy for 2 primary reasons:
1. Michael Jackson and AEG allegedly lied about Michael's medical history -- specifically, MJ said he had not seen a doctor other than a cosmetic MD since June, 2005.
2. Michael did not disclose he was taking prescription drugs prior to and at the time of his death -- including Propofol.
Lloyd's is asking the court for a declaration that the policy is null and void as a result of the alleged fraud.
Howard Weitzman, the lawyer for the Estate, tells TMZ, "This legal action is nothing more than an insurance company trying to avoid paying a legitimate claim by the insured."