It was the year 1988, the year I turned 18 and found out Michael Jackson came back to California from his Bad World Tour. I've always wanted to meet him, but my family, well, mainly my brothers, won't let me meet him. I wasn't a happy camper until I had met Michael Jackson.
I was sitting in my room with Kelly, the little girl I was babysitting. She and I were like sisters. We were jamming out to Michael's Thriller album, until we heard a horn honking.
"That must be my mom. I better get going." Kelly said.
"Alright. I'll walk you to her car." I told her.
Kelly got her things together and we walked down the stairs and to her mom's car. She got in and her mom handed me $50.
"Thank you for watching her, Rebecca." She said.
"It was no trouble at all, ma'am."
Kelly waved goodbye and I waved back as they drove off. I went back inside quickly because it had started to rain. I grabbed my sketchbook and started drawing. After a few minutes, my brother Eric came in after he got off school. He was wet, but not soaking wet...and he stank. I could tell he was practicing for basketball.
"Hey sis, what are you doing?" He asked.
"None of your concern..."
He was gonna argue, but he let it go and went to his room. I looked at my picture and realized that I had drawn Michael without a shirt on. I quickly drew a shirt on him before anyone could see it. After I drew the shirt, I was about to close my sketchbook...until Ricky, my other brother, snatched it from me.
"Hey! Give that back! It's personal!!" I shouted, trying to grab it back from him.
He held it over his head and chuckled when I tried to get it by jumping. He loved torturing me and he always teased me about my drawings. He looked at the picture I had drawn and sighed and tossed my sketchbook out the door and into the rain.
"No!! My sketchbook!!"
I ran outside and grabbed it and went back inside.
"You need to quit drawing Michael Jackson. He's not the same." Ricky told me.
I muttered, "I don't care...he's still the same to me..."
I then went up to my room and closed my door, wanting my privacy. I couldn't stand the fact that my brothers were preventing me from dreaming of meeting him. I put my sketchbook up and changed out of my clothes and into my pajamas. When dinnertime came around, I wasn't even hungry...until I had been smelling fried chicken and knew that it was from KFC. I rushed downstairs, got a couple pieces of fried chicken and ran back to my room. I turned my music on and the first song that played was one of my favorites...Smooth Criminal. I ate my 2 pieces of chicken, threw away the bones and jumped into bed, listening to my music and eventually falling asleep, dreaming once again about meeting Michael Jackson.
I was sitting in my room with Kelly, the little girl I was babysitting. She and I were like sisters. We were jamming out to Michael's Thriller album, until we heard a horn honking.
"That must be my mom. I better get going." Kelly said.
"Alright. I'll walk you to her car." I told her.
Kelly got her things together and we walked down the stairs and to her mom's car. She got in and her mom handed me $50.
"Thank you for watching her, Rebecca." She said.
"It was no trouble at all, ma'am."
Kelly waved goodbye and I waved back as they drove off. I went back inside quickly because it had started to rain. I grabbed my sketchbook and started drawing. After a few minutes, my brother Eric came in after he got off school. He was wet, but not soaking wet...and he stank. I could tell he was practicing for basketball.
"Hey sis, what are you doing?" He asked.
"None of your concern..."
He was gonna argue, but he let it go and went to his room. I looked at my picture and realized that I had drawn Michael without a shirt on. I quickly drew a shirt on him before anyone could see it. After I drew the shirt, I was about to close my sketchbook...until Ricky, my other brother, snatched it from me.
"Hey! Give that back! It's personal!!" I shouted, trying to grab it back from him.
He held it over his head and chuckled when I tried to get it by jumping. He loved torturing me and he always teased me about my drawings. He looked at the picture I had drawn and sighed and tossed my sketchbook out the door and into the rain.
"No!! My sketchbook!!"
I ran outside and grabbed it and went back inside.
"You need to quit drawing Michael Jackson. He's not the same." Ricky told me.
I muttered, "I don't care...he's still the same to me..."
I then went up to my room and closed my door, wanting my privacy. I couldn't stand the fact that my brothers were preventing me from dreaming of meeting him. I put my sketchbook up and changed out of my clothes and into my pajamas. When dinnertime came around, I wasn't even hungry...until I had been smelling fried chicken and knew that it was from KFC. I rushed downstairs, got a couple pieces of fried chicken and ran back to my room. I turned my music on and the first song that played was one of my favorites...Smooth Criminal. I ate my 2 pieces of chicken, threw away the bones and jumped into bed, listening to my music and eventually falling asleep, dreaming once again about meeting Michael Jackson.
My best friend died because of a horrible situation,
My best friend died of lack of a friend not caring,
My best friend died cause of all the stuff he was bearing,
My best friend died of all the hatred,
My best friend died knowing that he was sacred,
My best friend died, My best friend died,
And he was heard worldwide,
My best friend died so soon,
My best friend died with the walk on the moon,
My best friend died with a never ending depart,
My best friend died leaving a hole in my heart,
My best friend died a fast one,
My best friend was Michael Jackson.
Ok I know a lot of you fans don't know how to moonwalk and want to learn am I right? Well here are instructions on how to moonwalk :D
The moonwalk is a dance technique that presents the illusion of the dancer being pulled backwards while attempting to walk forward. Now start with putting foot#1 on its toes and by putting all of your weight on that foot. While leaning on foot#1, slide foot#2 backward. Next, put foot#2 on its toes and put your weight on that foot while making foot#1 flat on the floor. While all of your weight os on foot#2, slide foot #1 backward. And just keep trading positions like that. Repeat, repeat, repeat... And in the words of MJ "Don't stop 'til you get enough"
*No guarantee that you will be as good as MJ*
*Sorry if these instructions aren't clear but it's the best description I can give :)*
The moonwalk is a dance technique that presents the illusion of the dancer being pulled backwards while attempting to walk forward. Now start with putting foot#1 on its toes and by putting all of your weight on that foot. While leaning on foot#1, slide foot#2 backward. Next, put foot#2 on its toes and put your weight on that foot while making foot#1 flat on the floor. While all of your weight os on foot#2, slide foot #1 backward. And just keep trading positions like that. Repeat, repeat, repeat... And in the words of MJ "Don't stop 'til you get enough"
*No guarantee that you will be as good as MJ*
*Sorry if these instructions aren't clear but it's the best description I can give :)*
In statements made by changing what people knew about him until now.
They claimed that they believe what the singer sounds, words that had relationships with young boys because they themselves were those who accompanied him to various appointments with many girls.
This information certainly does not know if it is of course a lot of changes.
And for those who know greek they can go and read it from the official site where i found it.
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Sun is gonna shine
Flowers gonna grow
Clouds'll sprinkle showers
Rivers gonna flow
Man ain't got the power
To kill nothing but himself
Man is a creation
Man is nothing else
Whatzup, whatzup, whatzupwitu
Whatzup, whatzup, whatzupwitu
Always is the mountain
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Always is the tree's
Always is the ocean
Always is the sea's
We can't stop this world
'Cause it's not
Our world we can just jack
Each other up
Heavenly father been mighty patient
He got your number peeped
Your disease
He knows your falling,
Your falling, your falling,
Man is a creation
Man is nothing else
Whatzup, whatzup, whatzupwitu
Whatzup, whatzup, whatzupwitu
(Repeat and fade out)
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The stage is set for you and the albums to face each other at last:BAD vs. THRILLER.Who is gonna win?It's the last time so pick faster,don't let your favorite album lose.For the others HIStory and Number Ones are tied in the 3rd place.Be careful the winner album will be known as most favorite album of MJ fans.The picks will expire infirst of DECEMBER,longer than expected to be.So,start picking.
Wanna prove that your album will win?So pick.Oh,by the way count the performances and videos in too.