"So why did you go to rock music?" Michael asked. I could tell he didn't want any silence. "I wanted to do rock music because I was so upset about the fact I was seperated from you and your family that I had to get my anger and pain and sorrow out somehow. I thought the only thing for me was to do what I do best. Make music. I guess my pain, sorrow and anger ended up being awesome rock music other than sad pop music." "Ah. I see. Well, now you don't have to do that anymore. We are together again! Right?" Michael looked at me with a face of hope. I'm guessing he wanted me to stop being Evanescence and just go back to who I was.
"Michael, I can't just stop being Evanescence. If I'm going to stop, I have to do it properly. That takes time. Especially for me so I know how to tell my fans." I didn't want to say that to Michael because I knew that's not what he wanted to hear. "Mr. Jackson, we're here." said the driver. "Thank you, Jack. That'll be all for the night. Come on. I wanna show you my home." Michael was giving me his hand and pulled me out of the car as if we were about to walk the red carpet together.
Oh my, God! His home is huge! And this is just the outside? I wonder what it's like inside. His home looked like it was at least 6 stories high! And it reminded me of the little building at the Magic Kingdom in DisneyWorld. "I call it 'Never-Land Ranch'. I named it after the island in 'Peter Pan' since that is my favorite Disney movie." "Michael, your home is beautiful. I can't even imagine what it looks like inside." I was staring at the front of his house in awe. Michael grabbed my hand and said,"Well then. What are we waiting for?" As Michael started to pull on my arm, I realized I never called mt driver to tell him where I was. "Wait. I need to call my driver. I'll tell him to come here in two hours. Is that okay?" "Perfect." Michael said with that smile he always has.
An hour and a half later
"There is one more place I didn't show you." I couldn't think of where he could be talking about. "Where?" "Come on. I'll show you my room." Michael and I walked up the spiral stairs and went down one of the hallways. Michael this time acted different. This time, he covered my eyes with his hands. "Now just keep your eyes closed and trust me." As we kept walking with Michael right behind me keeping my eyes covered, I heard a door being opened and one of my eyes uncovered. "Just a few more feet." Michael whispered. As I felt him let go, he put his head right next to mine and whispered closly in my ear,"Open."
I was in complete awe on how breathtakingly amazing Michael's room was. I couldn't even say anything, I was so amazed. "Michael, your room is. . . .I can't even speak. I love your room! It's amazing." "Thank you, Taylor. You like silk, right?" I was confused on why he asked me that. "Yeah. I love silk. I love how it feels. It's so. . . silky." We shared a laugh together and Michael went over to his bed. "Then you will love my blood red sheets." I went over to his bed to see he had blodd reed sheets. I was thinking to myself 'Man. He's got it all. Now I know what the outcome is of giving him the King of Pop title.
While looking around at his room, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I walked up to Michael as I was reading the text message from my limo driver. "I'm here. Whenever you are ready, Ms. Ward." my driver texted. Michael looked at me with sadness. "Do you have to go?" "Yeah. I'm sorry. I had a lot of fun tonight. Thank you for the tour." "You're welcome." As we wrapped our arms around each other, we gave each other the strongest hug we could give. Michael didn't wanted me to leave. "I'm gunna miss you. When will I see you again?" Michael asked. "Soon, Michael. I promise. Very soon." As we released each other's grip, we looked at each other for one last time for the night. Without even thinking, I noticed that we were leaning into each other slowly and Michael wasn't looking into my eyes anymore. He was staring at my lips.
To be continued. . .
"Michael, I can't just stop being Evanescence. If I'm going to stop, I have to do it properly. That takes time. Especially for me so I know how to tell my fans." I didn't want to say that to Michael because I knew that's not what he wanted to hear. "Mr. Jackson, we're here." said the driver. "Thank you, Jack. That'll be all for the night. Come on. I wanna show you my home." Michael was giving me his hand and pulled me out of the car as if we were about to walk the red carpet together.
Oh my, God! His home is huge! And this is just the outside? I wonder what it's like inside. His home looked like it was at least 6 stories high! And it reminded me of the little building at the Magic Kingdom in DisneyWorld. "I call it 'Never-Land Ranch'. I named it after the island in 'Peter Pan' since that is my favorite Disney movie." "Michael, your home is beautiful. I can't even imagine what it looks like inside." I was staring at the front of his house in awe. Michael grabbed my hand and said,"Well then. What are we waiting for?" As Michael started to pull on my arm, I realized I never called mt driver to tell him where I was. "Wait. I need to call my driver. I'll tell him to come here in two hours. Is that okay?" "Perfect." Michael said with that smile he always has.
An hour and a half later
"There is one more place I didn't show you." I couldn't think of where he could be talking about. "Where?" "Come on. I'll show you my room." Michael and I walked up the spiral stairs and went down one of the hallways. Michael this time acted different. This time, he covered my eyes with his hands. "Now just keep your eyes closed and trust me." As we kept walking with Michael right behind me keeping my eyes covered, I heard a door being opened and one of my eyes uncovered. "Just a few more feet." Michael whispered. As I felt him let go, he put his head right next to mine and whispered closly in my ear,"Open."
I was in complete awe on how breathtakingly amazing Michael's room was. I couldn't even say anything, I was so amazed. "Michael, your room is. . . .I can't even speak. I love your room! It's amazing." "Thank you, Taylor. You like silk, right?" I was confused on why he asked me that. "Yeah. I love silk. I love how it feels. It's so. . . silky." We shared a laugh together and Michael went over to his bed. "Then you will love my blood red sheets." I went over to his bed to see he had blodd reed sheets. I was thinking to myself 'Man. He's got it all. Now I know what the outcome is of giving him the King of Pop title.
While looking around at his room, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I walked up to Michael as I was reading the text message from my limo driver. "I'm here. Whenever you are ready, Ms. Ward." my driver texted. Michael looked at me with sadness. "Do you have to go?" "Yeah. I'm sorry. I had a lot of fun tonight. Thank you for the tour." "You're welcome." As we wrapped our arms around each other, we gave each other the strongest hug we could give. Michael didn't wanted me to leave. "I'm gunna miss you. When will I see you again?" Michael asked. "Soon, Michael. I promise. Very soon." As we released each other's grip, we looked at each other for one last time for the night. Without even thinking, I noticed that we were leaning into each other slowly and Michael wasn't looking into my eyes anymore. He was staring at my lips.
To be continued. . .
The next day Michael was still pissed off from lastnight what happen with Tatiana but he couldn't be more pissed then ever. Michael love Tatiana soo much but she was a bitch for cheating on him. But Michael just put that aside for now he had to go to work so he put his clothes on for today. Michael went to work late it was 7:00 so he walk in and he said " sorry guys that I was late the bus was late" (everyone look at him crazy) Michael said " what get the hell to work" (everyone just did what he said) then they took a 5 mins break and went to work and then everybody left exself for Michael he just wanted to know why would Tatiana cheat on him like that??? What did he do to her? then Michael put that aside 2 and left and went home. Michael start to cry and fellsleep. Thinking about Taitana. To be Contuine.. Hope u like it!!! :) sorry if its short again :( but still hope u like it :)
Katherine Jackson tells TMZ she knows of NO evidence to support the conspiracy theory that people connected with the Michael Jackson Estate killed the singer.
A number of people, including LaToya Jackson, have suggested there was a conspiracy to kill Michael, and LaToya has said she believes Estate honchos were involved.
Katherine tells TMZ ... "It is only natural for people who loved Michael, including family members, to be suspicious about the circumstances surrounding Michael’s untimely death. So far I have not seen one shred of evidence that anyone associated with Michael’s estate conspired to kill him.
She continues, "If such evidence ever comes to my attention I will be the first to bring those facts to light. No one loved Michael more than I loved him, but no one should be falsely accused, as Michael was, of a crime they did not commit."
A number of people, including LaToya Jackson, have suggested there was a conspiracy to kill Michael, and LaToya has said she believes Estate honchos were involved.
Katherine tells TMZ ... "It is only natural for people who loved Michael, including family members, to be suspicious about the circumstances surrounding Michael’s untimely death. So far I have not seen one shred of evidence that anyone associated with Michael’s estate conspired to kill him.
She continues, "If such evidence ever comes to my attention I will be the first to bring those facts to light. No one loved Michael more than I loved him, but no one should be falsely accused, as Michael was, of a crime they did not commit."