I was coming home from my mother's funeral in Las Vegas, Nevada; she had been murdered. It was a month long stay, mostly in court, and I was tired and glad to go home to Los Angeles, California. When I went around the last corner, (my house was the third on the left on a hill in Hacienda Heights), I saw a black cloud of smoke rising up from my side. The house was blazing the colors of furious anger, and there were about five fire trucks with men heavily dressed shooting white streams of cool water against the crackling beast that was in reality my house burning to the ground. When the flames had died down to embers and they were putting out the very last of it with sand, my house was literally to the ground in gray ashes. I had my essential things, thank goodness I had my money, but still I had nowhere to go. The woman who took care of my dog while I was gone came up to me.
"Well... At least your dog is still here. She enjoyed playing with my daughter Claudia." My eyes teared up as I took my baby pug Ruby into my arms. She snorted and snuggled her flat snout into my arm. Meilina gave me Ruby's bowl and everything.
"Thank you, Melina." I walked over to my car, drove to the park, and got out with the windows partially rolled down for my now asleep dog. I ran over to the fountain and looked up at the angel statue. I started to bawl my eyes out and sat down on the side. A few minutes later (at eleven at night) someone sat down next to me.
"Are you okay?"
"Well, my mother was murdered and then I went to Vegas to find out my mother had been shot and killed. After a month in court nobody knows who killed her, and then I came home and my house burned down, so no I am not okay!"
"That's very unfortunate. Is there anything I can do to help you?" I looked up. The first thing that I recognized was his large brown eyes and his bright smile.
"Michael Jackson! What are you doing out here in the middle of the night! Yo, you are just asking to get hurt!"
"I take walks at night, hoping to find someone to talk to."
"Why?"
"I get very lonely. But if you want you can come stay with me for right now." I smiled and gave him a big hug.
"Thank you soooo much."
"Let's go to your car... You've been through enough, I'll drive us there." I led him over to my Volkswagen bug and he got in on the driver side, me on the passenger side. I handed him the keys and he started it. My eyelids felt heavy, so I rested my head against the window; I passed out.
A while later, he picked me up when I was half-asleep and brought me in the front door. He set me down gently on the couch and ran back out to go get my bags. He set Ruby down and came over to me.
"Is there anything you want? Like are you hungry or thirsty or something?" I sat up.
"No, I'm just really tired right now."
"I don't blame you!" he laughed, his eyes sparkling. "I'll carry you up to a room."
"Thank you..." He picked me up and carried me up maroon-carpeted spiral stairs. We passed through a few halls ornately decorated with art and plants of all types until he opened a door and layed me down on a soft bed. He pointed to another door in the room.
"There's the bathroom if you want to go freshen up, take a shower or something. My bedroom is right across the hall if you need me. Anything else before I go to bed?"
"Undress me please. I don't mean to be bossy, but I'm so freaking tired right now I can't even change into my pajamas."
"It's okay, I know how you feel. Sometimes when I come home I come in, lock the door, and collapse out on the hardwood floor."
"Yeah, you like it HARD!" We busted out in laughter for a minute or two. Michael went to retrieve the bags, Ruby trotting behind along with a Chihuahua following. He pulled out my favorite nightgown, the blue satin one with the white lace trim.
"I think this one is hot; you should wear it." He smiled.
"Yeah, that one is my favorite." He set it down next to me and took off my jacket, and then my shirt after he unbuttoned it. He unzipped my pencil skirt, and gazed me in the eyes as he slid it down my legs and off of me. I sat up and allowed him to slip it over my head and down. The gown came down to my upper thighs, and the top part was sleeve-less with a scoop neck.
"You look so beautiful... What's your name?"
"Haley."
"Just as beautiful as your face..." He pecked me on the lips, and then three more times.
"I love you so much..." I stroked his hair. He pushed away.
"Um... I should be getting to bed now."
"Yeah. Well, thanks again for letting me stay here."
"Your very welcome, anything for a fan of mine." I could just barely see his high cheekbones blush a cherry-red in the dim lamplight as he slipped away through the door and shut it behind. I fell asleep.
"Well... At least your dog is still here. She enjoyed playing with my daughter Claudia." My eyes teared up as I took my baby pug Ruby into my arms. She snorted and snuggled her flat snout into my arm. Meilina gave me Ruby's bowl and everything.
"Thank you, Melina." I walked over to my car, drove to the park, and got out with the windows partially rolled down for my now asleep dog. I ran over to the fountain and looked up at the angel statue. I started to bawl my eyes out and sat down on the side. A few minutes later (at eleven at night) someone sat down next to me.
"Are you okay?"
"Well, my mother was murdered and then I went to Vegas to find out my mother had been shot and killed. After a month in court nobody knows who killed her, and then I came home and my house burned down, so no I am not okay!"
"That's very unfortunate. Is there anything I can do to help you?" I looked up. The first thing that I recognized was his large brown eyes and his bright smile.
"Michael Jackson! What are you doing out here in the middle of the night! Yo, you are just asking to get hurt!"
"I take walks at night, hoping to find someone to talk to."
"Why?"
"I get very lonely. But if you want you can come stay with me for right now." I smiled and gave him a big hug.
"Thank you soooo much."
"Let's go to your car... You've been through enough, I'll drive us there." I led him over to my Volkswagen bug and he got in on the driver side, me on the passenger side. I handed him the keys and he started it. My eyelids felt heavy, so I rested my head against the window; I passed out.
A while later, he picked me up when I was half-asleep and brought me in the front door. He set me down gently on the couch and ran back out to go get my bags. He set Ruby down and came over to me.
"Is there anything you want? Like are you hungry or thirsty or something?" I sat up.
"No, I'm just really tired right now."
"I don't blame you!" he laughed, his eyes sparkling. "I'll carry you up to a room."
"Thank you..." He picked me up and carried me up maroon-carpeted spiral stairs. We passed through a few halls ornately decorated with art and plants of all types until he opened a door and layed me down on a soft bed. He pointed to another door in the room.
"There's the bathroom if you want to go freshen up, take a shower or something. My bedroom is right across the hall if you need me. Anything else before I go to bed?"
"Undress me please. I don't mean to be bossy, but I'm so freaking tired right now I can't even change into my pajamas."
"It's okay, I know how you feel. Sometimes when I come home I come in, lock the door, and collapse out on the hardwood floor."
"Yeah, you like it HARD!" We busted out in laughter for a minute or two. Michael went to retrieve the bags, Ruby trotting behind along with a Chihuahua following. He pulled out my favorite nightgown, the blue satin one with the white lace trim.
"I think this one is hot; you should wear it." He smiled.
"Yeah, that one is my favorite." He set it down next to me and took off my jacket, and then my shirt after he unbuttoned it. He unzipped my pencil skirt, and gazed me in the eyes as he slid it down my legs and off of me. I sat up and allowed him to slip it over my head and down. The gown came down to my upper thighs, and the top part was sleeve-less with a scoop neck.
"You look so beautiful... What's your name?"
"Haley."
"Just as beautiful as your face..." He pecked me on the lips, and then three more times.
"I love you so much..." I stroked his hair. He pushed away.
"Um... I should be getting to bed now."
"Yeah. Well, thanks again for letting me stay here."
"Your very welcome, anything for a fan of mine." I could just barely see his high cheekbones blush a cherry-red in the dim lamplight as he slipped away through the door and shut it behind. I fell asleep.
She’s from a world
Of popcorn and candy
Pony rides for a dime
Little children laughing
I’m from a world
Of disappointments and confusions
But I want her to be mine
I started talking
She kept on walking
She disappeared into the crowd, oh, oh
I lost my heart
On the carousel
To a circus girl
Who left my heart in pieces
Lost my heart
On the carousel (Ooo)
To a circus girl
Who ran away
Two different people
In love for an instant
To see that the circus came today
Sometimes I can hear her crying here
And I can hear her calling me
I lost my heart (Lost my heart)
On the carousel (Lost my girl)
To a circus girl
Who ran away, I lost
Lost my heart (I lost my girl)
On the carousel (Ooo)
To a circus girl (Oh lost, oh lost, I lost her, I lost my heart)
Lost my heart (I lost)
On the carousel
Of popcorn and candy
Pony rides for a dime
Little children laughing
I’m from a world
Of disappointments and confusions
But I want her to be mine
I started talking
She kept on walking
She disappeared into the crowd, oh, oh
I lost my heart
On the carousel
To a circus girl
Who left my heart in pieces
Lost my heart
On the carousel (Ooo)
To a circus girl
Who ran away
Two different people
In love for an instant
To see that the circus came today
Sometimes I can hear her crying here
And I can hear her calling me
I lost my heart (Lost my heart)
On the carousel (Lost my girl)
To a circus girl
Who ran away, I lost
Lost my heart (I lost my girl)
On the carousel (Ooo)
To a circus girl (Oh lost, oh lost, I lost her, I lost my heart)
Lost my heart (I lost)
On the carousel
La Toya Jackson thinks a lot of Michael Jackson haters have had a change of heart since her brother died -- but it's unclear whether she's including Gene Simmons in that group.
You'll recall KISS got dropped from the upcoming MJ tribute concert in part because Gene has said he believes Michael was a child molester.
This weekend in Bev Hills we asked La Toya if she thought the concert should be off limits to artists who disrespected Michael. Her answer is all about forgiveness ... but are you buying it?
You'll recall KISS got dropped from the upcoming MJ tribute concert in part because Gene has said he believes Michael was a child molester.
This weekend in Bev Hills we asked La Toya if she thought the concert should be off limits to artists who disrespected Michael. Her answer is all about forgiveness ... but are you buying it?
Sources directly connected to Dr. Conrad Murray tell TMZ ... the Doc will not accept any plea bargain from the L.A. County District Attorney in the Michael Jackson manslaughter case.
We're told Dr. Murray feels so strongly about his innocence, even a plea with no jail time would be out of the question.
Fact is ... Dr. Murray shouldn't hold his breath, because no plea bargain has been offered and sources tell us the D.A. will not offer one.
As for Murray's defense ... we're told the centerpiece revolves around the fact that only two people were in the room around the time MJ died, and Murray insists he did not administer the fatal dose of Propofol.
The operating theory of Murray's lawyers -- when the Doc left to go to the bathroom, a frustrated MJ woke up and administered the fatal dose himself in a desperate attempt to get some sleep.
We're told Dr. Murray feels so strongly about his innocence, even a plea with no jail time would be out of the question.
Fact is ... Dr. Murray shouldn't hold his breath, because no plea bargain has been offered and sources tell us the D.A. will not offer one.
As for Murray's defense ... we're told the centerpiece revolves around the fact that only two people were in the room around the time MJ died, and Murray insists he did not administer the fatal dose of Propofol.
The operating theory of Murray's lawyers -- when the Doc left to go to the bathroom, a frustrated MJ woke up and administered the fatal dose himself in a desperate attempt to get some sleep.
Michael my heart,
last night I dream of you,
you were embracing me from my back.
I heard your heartbeat and it beats so fast,
like our promise that our love will never end.
We had so much fun together,
that I wished to go on forever.
Talks and laugh ,kissing and cuddling,
like no other people existing.
Holding each others hands while we walked,
all your attention was just for us.
I can't think of anything when you talked,
but I love you more and more, you see.
We stopped walking and you looked at me sweetly,
then you leaned over and kissed me.
My heart popped out and I saw butterflies,
you said you love me truly. oh sorry and then, I awake up and my dream was to end.
It was still a memory to reminisce, your kiss was so tender and sweet.
Love and miss you !! ♥
last night I dream of you,
you were embracing me from my back.
I heard your heartbeat and it beats so fast,
like our promise that our love will never end.
We had so much fun together,
that I wished to go on forever.
Talks and laugh ,kissing and cuddling,
like no other people existing.
Holding each others hands while we walked,
all your attention was just for us.
I can't think of anything when you talked,
but I love you more and more, you see.
We stopped walking and you looked at me sweetly,
then you leaned over and kissed me.
My heart popped out and I saw butterflies,
you said you love me truly. oh sorry and then, I awake up and my dream was to end.
It was still a memory to reminisce, your kiss was so tender and sweet.
Love and miss you !! ♥
Michael Jackson's children definitely have the bug -- the one that makes you give away large sums of money -- because they just helped make a $10,000 donation to one of MJ's favorite charities.
Earlier this week, Prince, Paris, and Blanket presented a check for $10K to the L.A. Housing Corporation -- a group that provides shelter for homeless families. Sources tell us Michael used to take his kids to volunteer with the group.
We're told the massive chunk o' change came from grandma Katherine Jackson's memorabilia biz.
MJ's heirs made the donation on behalf of his Heal the World Foundation. All three of them joined the group's Youth Board of Advisors last year.
Earlier this week, Prince, Paris, and Blanket presented a check for $10K to the L.A. Housing Corporation -- a group that provides shelter for homeless families. Sources tell us Michael used to take his kids to volunteer with the group.
We're told the massive chunk o' change came from grandma Katherine Jackson's memorabilia biz.
MJ's heirs made the donation on behalf of his Heal the World Foundation. All three of them joined the group's Youth Board of Advisors last year.
The producer/director of Michael Jackson's "This Is It" tour is scoffing at Katherine Jackson's wrongful death suit in which he's named as a defendant, because he had nothing to do with the drugs or treatment that caused the singer's death.
Kenny Ortega just filed legal docs -- obtained by TMZ -- asking the court to remove him as a defendant in Katherine's suit, claiming, "Kenneth Ortega is not alleged to be involved in the medical treatment or administration of drugs that allegedly caused Michael Jackson's death."
Ortega's lawyer adds ... Kenny never had a contract with Dr. Conrad Murray or with Michael Jackson, nor has he had any official affiliation with AEG.
Ortega's lawyer says, "The naming of Kenneth Ortega as a defendant in this action, without any basis, without any substantive charging allegations against him, is a gross error."
Kenny Ortega just filed legal docs -- obtained by TMZ -- asking the court to remove him as a defendant in Katherine's suit, claiming, "Kenneth Ortega is not alleged to be involved in the medical treatment or administration of drugs that allegedly caused Michael Jackson's death."
Ortega's lawyer adds ... Kenny never had a contract with Dr. Conrad Murray or with Michael Jackson, nor has he had any official affiliation with AEG.
Ortega's lawyer says, "The naming of Kenneth Ortega as a defendant in this action, without any basis, without any substantive charging allegations against him, is a gross error."