Michael.

A month and a half has now gone by and things between michael and Diane were getting pretty serious. Everything seemed to be going great despite the constant disapproval of people on the set. But one day everthing slowly but surely began to change......


It was a rainy afternoon as Diane sat in her office reviewing footage of the days filming when there was a sudden knock on her door. "Come in" Diane said figuring it was probably michael coming in for a short visit which he had been doing alot lately since they were dating. But she was shocked when see saw it was Mark smith one of her ex bofriends...

Diane sat down next to michael not knowing what to say. After a few minutes of uncomfortable slience Diane took a deep breath. "So um...you like watching jeapordy huh?" , "Um....well yea i guess you could say that." Michael replied. "So what do you like watching?" Michael asked feeling very stupid he just asked her that question. "Great now she'll think im boring." Michael thought to himself. "Well i dont watch much stuff i mostly watch....um..well this may sound stupid but i watching disney movies...and old black and white shows like the three stoages." Diane answered. "Wow me too! i love...

MJ is the "Quintessential" sexy man, lover man, giver to mankind, music man, singer, actor, artist, poet, song- writing, entertainer, dancer,Peter Pan- loving, Neverland owning,elephant and giraffe owning, lover of mankind, "thriller" man, magic-making, peace-making, moon-walking, pop-locking,
giver of MIKE-gasms, money maker,
money giver, charity giver,"Light" man,
style maker, style inspirator, innovator,
"Beat It and Thriller" jacket wearing, rhinestone socks and glove wearing, skinny jeans wearing, save the trees and the planet advocate,children advocate, plastic surgery having, beautiful,...

Essie read the note over and over again. She couldn't believe it. An unknown fan was coming to her concert. That day, she had nothing in mind but the note. Nightfall came. As she lay in bed, she still couldn't stop thinking about the note. Even as she closed her eyes, it was all that she could think of. That night, she kept twisting and turning. She kept thinking who was the anonymous fan. She kept thinking of a person who has a name that starts with a letter M. Suddenly, she stopped at the thought of her childhood idol Michael Jackson. "Could it be? Nah..." she thought to herself. "I'll just...

After Greg had left, Jasmine and Michael sat beside each other and did not speak. For a long time, it was quite in the room. Finally, he broke the silence between them.

"Jasmine?",he said softly and she turned to look at him.

"I want you to know that I get it now."

"Do you?"

"Yes,but I want you to know something."

"What?"

"I'm not like Greg and I would never do anything to hurt you."

She sighed and stared at the wall.

"Damn it,Jasmine! Look at me!", he said fiercely and she turned back to him and looked at him.

"I know that he hurt you and now you are scared to get hurt again,but you don't have to be...