Later that night, Michael sat alone in his living room at the newly crisened Neverland Valley Ranch. He sat thinking in front of the fire, tracing a long finger lazily around the rim of his wine glass. Actually, he wasn't getting much thinking done at all. The only thought he'd been able to entertain was his and Mark's scene earlier.
Michael had come home and, after dinner, promptly attacked the wine cellar. He was not upset with himself for behaving the way he had, but he did want to calm down. He kept anaylizing everything that had happened and was expecting himself to find fault with something, but he couldn't. It had felt right. It had felt good. And Michael wanted more.
He watched the fire dance and entertwine as he took another sip of his cabernet. He could see his and Mark's bodies in the flames and it made him ache and crave for more passion.
Mark had simply left at the end of the day with a guilty nod at Michael. They hadn't spoken a word since their little love mess. Mark seemed to understand that he was not quite fired, which was good, because Michael felt he had swallowed his tongue. There was business to be dealt with so the subject - their subject - had not presented itself.
Michael sipped again. It was 10:30. Could he just...call Mark? Right. Then what would he say? Michael looked at the phone sitting on the cushion next to him and pulled his feet away, eyes wide, as though it might get him. Then he sat his glass down.
"I should just be myself. Just follow my heart and be myself." Michael furrowed his brow and bit his lip. That was sure to go over pretty kookie. "Hmf." Michael stood and tightened his maroon bathrobe. Then he stretched and scratched a bit. Perhaps he just needed to let this sit for a while. He was just thinking of digging through some boxes of videos when the phone rang.
Michael quickly approached the cordless. He held his breath and read the ID log: Mark J. Deaver.
Michael whooped and punched the air nearly dropping the phone in the process. Then he meekly answered, "hello?"
"Yeah, hi Michael, it's Mark. I'm sorry to call so late, but I left some papers at the ranch that I really need." He said all of this very fast.
"Oh...well - ." Michael didn't know what to say.
"Could I swing by and pick those up?"
"Um, yeah...yeah, sure."
"Thank you. Did you let security go already? Will you just buzz me in?"
"Yes, they leave at ten. Wait. What do you mean 'buzz you in'?"
"The...the keypad Michael - at the front door. You know, you type in the code...to open all the...gates." Mark realised that poor Michael didn't have a clue what he was talking about.
"Oh. I, umm, what code is that?"
"Michael, man I'm glad I got your ass covered. You mean to tell me you're locked up in there - no way out or back in?" Mark was laughing at the absurdity.
"Well, I guess never thought about it. Where would I go?," he asked genuinly.
"When I scan my ID at the front gate you'll hear a tone so then you go to the keypad at the front door and punch in the code. Got it?"
"Okay."
"By the way, the code is on the sticky note in your office on the computer monitor."
"Oh, okay. I thought that was the number for take-out." They hung up. Michael was excited, yet perturbed. Mark was coming back, but not for what he had hoped for. Michael picked up his glass and padded across the creaking wood floors up to his office. "Hmf, no wonder I never get any Chinese food."
Michael had come home and, after dinner, promptly attacked the wine cellar. He was not upset with himself for behaving the way he had, but he did want to calm down. He kept anaylizing everything that had happened and was expecting himself to find fault with something, but he couldn't. It had felt right. It had felt good. And Michael wanted more.
He watched the fire dance and entertwine as he took another sip of his cabernet. He could see his and Mark's bodies in the flames and it made him ache and crave for more passion.
Mark had simply left at the end of the day with a guilty nod at Michael. They hadn't spoken a word since their little love mess. Mark seemed to understand that he was not quite fired, which was good, because Michael felt he had swallowed his tongue. There was business to be dealt with so the subject - their subject - had not presented itself.
Michael sipped again. It was 10:30. Could he just...call Mark? Right. Then what would he say? Michael looked at the phone sitting on the cushion next to him and pulled his feet away, eyes wide, as though it might get him. Then he sat his glass down.
"I should just be myself. Just follow my heart and be myself." Michael furrowed his brow and bit his lip. That was sure to go over pretty kookie. "Hmf." Michael stood and tightened his maroon bathrobe. Then he stretched and scratched a bit. Perhaps he just needed to let this sit for a while. He was just thinking of digging through some boxes of videos when the phone rang.
Michael quickly approached the cordless. He held his breath and read the ID log: Mark J. Deaver.
Michael whooped and punched the air nearly dropping the phone in the process. Then he meekly answered, "hello?"
"Yeah, hi Michael, it's Mark. I'm sorry to call so late, but I left some papers at the ranch that I really need." He said all of this very fast.
"Oh...well - ." Michael didn't know what to say.
"Could I swing by and pick those up?"
"Um, yeah...yeah, sure."
"Thank you. Did you let security go already? Will you just buzz me in?"
"Yes, they leave at ten. Wait. What do you mean 'buzz you in'?"
"The...the keypad Michael - at the front door. You know, you type in the code...to open all the...gates." Mark realised that poor Michael didn't have a clue what he was talking about.
"Oh. I, umm, what code is that?"
"Michael, man I'm glad I got your ass covered. You mean to tell me you're locked up in there - no way out or back in?" Mark was laughing at the absurdity.
"Well, I guess never thought about it. Where would I go?," he asked genuinly.
"When I scan my ID at the front gate you'll hear a tone so then you go to the keypad at the front door and punch in the code. Got it?"
"Okay."
"By the way, the code is on the sticky note in your office on the computer monitor."
"Oh, okay. I thought that was the number for take-out." They hung up. Michael was excited, yet perturbed. Mark was coming back, but not for what he had hoped for. Michael picked up his glass and padded across the creaking wood floors up to his office. "Hmf, no wonder I never get any Chinese food."
MJHOAXEVIDENCE has posted a video on YouTube with some of the most incredible evidence we have seen. He posted screenshots of what he claims to be the official Jackson Twitter account with tweets about Michael coming back in June !!!!!! Oddly, The June come-back is also mentioned in one of the sightings reported below from Michael's personal psychic.Wow! What do YOU think? I don't know what I think.Be sure to check the video out.If you can't find it I'll post it.Ok. BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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Presley 'didn't turn her back' on Jackson:
Michael Jackson's ex-wife Lisa Marie Presley has fought back rumours that she ignored an SOS message from the 'Thriller' singer before his death.
Elvis's daughter was reported to be wracked with guilt over her dismissal of a voicemail from Jackson 2 years ago in which he said he was losing control of his life.
A Source apparently told us Weekly: [Jackson] said he needed [presley's] help because his life was spinning out of control and begged her to call him But she never did. She kept saying ''I should've done something'' and blames herself.
Presley's spokesperson dismissed the reports as rubbish saying: ''I don't believe this is true''
Michael Jackson's ex-wife Lisa Marie Presley has fought back rumours that she ignored an SOS message from the 'Thriller' singer before his death.
Elvis's daughter was reported to be wracked with guilt over her dismissal of a voicemail from Jackson 2 years ago in which he said he was losing control of his life.
A Source apparently told us Weekly: [Jackson] said he needed [presley's] help because his life was spinning out of control and begged her to call him But she never did. She kept saying ''I should've done something'' and blames herself.
Presley's spokesperson dismissed the reports as rubbish saying: ''I don't believe this is true''
It's another Michael Jackson mega-tease -- 10 brand new snippets from every song on the upcoming album have gone public ... just days before the album is set for release.
30 seconds from each song appeared on the Internet this weekend -- which adds up to a pretty badass five-minute preview of the new album titled, "MICHAEL."
The full album is scheduled to be released next week.
You can visit the link to hear them....!!!! link
30 seconds from each song appeared on the Internet this weekend -- which adds up to a pretty badass five-minute preview of the new album titled, "MICHAEL."
The full album is scheduled to be released next week.
You can visit the link to hear them....!!!! link
one: His smile.
two: His hair.
three: His personality.
four: His sweetness.
Five: His beauty.
Six :His hottness.
Seven: How loving he is.
Eight: His sexieness.
Nine: His shyness.
Ten: His shoes.
Eleven: His Bad outfit.
Twelve: His Beat it outfit.
Thirteen: His Thriller Jacket.
Fifteen: How he donated so much money.
Sixteen: He was nice to everyone.
Eighteen: How he was always cheerful.
Nineteen: How he love all his fans.
Twentey: His Dancing.
TwentyOne: His singing.
TwenteyTwo: His Bad album.
TwenteyThree: His Thriller Album.
TwentyFour: All his music.
TwentyFive: His eyes.
TwentySix: His face.
TwenteySeven: His clothes.
TwentyEight: His house.
TwenteyNine: His Interests
Thirty: His love for the world.
two: His hair.
three: His personality.
four: His sweetness.
Five: His beauty.
Six :His hottness.
Seven: How loving he is.
Eight: His sexieness.
Nine: His shyness.
Ten: His shoes.
Eleven: His Bad outfit.
Twelve: His Beat it outfit.
Thirteen: His Thriller Jacket.
Fifteen: How he donated so much money.
Sixteen: He was nice to everyone.
Eighteen: How he was always cheerful.
Nineteen: How he love all his fans.
Twentey: His Dancing.
TwentyOne: His singing.
TwenteyTwo: His Bad album.
TwenteyThree: His Thriller Album.
TwentyFour: All his music.
TwentyFive: His eyes.
TwentySix: His face.
TwenteySeven: His clothes.
TwentyEight: His house.
TwenteyNine: His Interests
Thirty: His love for the world.
No offense pls! Dont continue reading if you are a hater...
YEP! He's ALIVE! Just like you had read! Michael Jackson fake his death for some important reasons... And ''Soon and very soon, we are going to see the king''...again... If you believe about the hoax... You are so called a ''ARMY OF LOVE'' a.k.a ''beLIEver''!! Please beLIEve in me! Every single thing was a hoax!! This is not a joke... It's true..! Noticed the video clip after the credits in This Is It? He said ''LET ME BREATHE IN MY OWN TIME THEN I WILL COME BACK IN. I HAVE TO BUTTON MY SHIRT, MY JACKET OR WHATEVER IT IS. MOVE AROUND A LITTLE BIT. SNAP MY FINGERS MAYBE, THEN BAM!!!'' and the Gilda remake! And everything in This is It!!
People have different beliefs and I respect that... NO MORE WAR! Heal The World... Remember, It's All For Love... <3
YEP! He's ALIVE! Just like you had read! Michael Jackson fake his death for some important reasons... And ''Soon and very soon, we are going to see the king''...again... If you believe about the hoax... You are so called a ''ARMY OF LOVE'' a.k.a ''beLIEver''!! Please beLIEve in me! Every single thing was a hoax!! This is not a joke... It's true..! Noticed the video clip after the credits in This Is It? He said ''LET ME BREATHE IN MY OWN TIME THEN I WILL COME BACK IN. I HAVE TO BUTTON MY SHIRT, MY JACKET OR WHATEVER IT IS. MOVE AROUND A LITTLE BIT. SNAP MY FINGERS MAYBE, THEN BAM!!!'' and the Gilda remake! And everything in This is It!!
People have different beliefs and I respect that... NO MORE WAR! Heal The World... Remember, It's All For Love... <3
Ne-Yo, a self-described M.J. fanatic, does a wonderful job being true to himself without turning this into a corny carbon copy. I can see Jackson’s influence. But there’s no crotch-grabbing plagiarism. The smooth mid-tempo cut is the third single from the singer/songwriter’s forthcoming album, Libra Scale. Check out the video to see if Ne-Yo’s charming ways, wizardry, and smooth steps actually win the girl over after the jump.
See the video here:link
Caroline was at the office.. checking some files when the door knocked..
Caroline:"Come in"
It was her boyfriend.. she used to love his visits..
Caroline:"Hi Bernard.. how are u sweety?"
She got up and gave him a kiss
Caroline:"I have some fresh pasta at home.. want to eat dinner with me tonight?"
Bernard:"Emm.. I'm sorry Caroline.. I have lots of work today.. i have to go to work.."
Caroline:"Oh I see... Then I'll eat it myself.."
Bernard:"Now i have to go.. I hope u liked the visit hun"
Caroline:"Yes I did.. Cu.. Bye"
Bernard went away.. Caroline sat on her chair thinking. He never worked at night.. She was suspicious.. She didn't believe him.. What was she going to do?
Caroline:"Come in"
It was her boyfriend.. she used to love his visits..
Caroline:"Hi Bernard.. how are u sweety?"
She got up and gave him a kiss
Caroline:"I have some fresh pasta at home.. want to eat dinner with me tonight?"
Bernard:"Emm.. I'm sorry Caroline.. I have lots of work today.. i have to go to work.."
Caroline:"Oh I see... Then I'll eat it myself.."
Bernard:"Now i have to go.. I hope u liked the visit hun"
Caroline:"Yes I did.. Cu.. Bye"
Bernard went away.. Caroline sat on her chair thinking. He never worked at night.. She was suspicious.. She didn't believe him.. What was she going to do?
Katherine Jackson says she vividly remembers the first time she knew MJ would be a superstar -- and it all harkens back to the time baby Michael danced to the rhythm of an old washing machine.
According to Mama Jackson, the King of Pop-in-a-diaper danced to the rhythm of the family's old Maytag washing machine with "perfect timing" -- and she knew right then and there that her son was destined for greatness.
The video is all part of a longer interview from the website selling Katherine's book -- and we're told you can expect to see the whole thing in a big documentary about MJ's life.
According to Mama Jackson, the King of Pop-in-a-diaper danced to the rhythm of the family's old Maytag washing machine with "perfect timing" -- and she knew right then and there that her son was destined for greatness.
The video is all part of a longer interview from the website selling Katherine's book -- and we're told you can expect to see the whole thing in a big documentary about MJ's life.