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Three weeks later on the eve before Michael leaves to finish the last leg of his tour with his brothers, Michael and Holly have been desperately trying to pretend everything is normal. But when Holly sees Michael pull out his suitcase to start packing as she starts cooking dinner she gets a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach. When he started this tour, it wasn't that big of a deal because they weren't living together, but now that they were things were different. Both of them didn't want to admit how quickly they got used to seeing each other every night and having the comfort of knowing...
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Michael can’t sleep as he sits on his couch with The Twilight Zone running in the background of the television. It seems like lately, he can’t sleep and it seems to be getting worse as he gets older. His mind wanders with thoughts, fears, hopes, and of course music. Well, that’s what his mind usually is thinking about, tonight it’s about Holly. Michael can’t seem to erase the thought of them kissing each other and how it felt tonight. One thing was for certain; he wanted more and it intimidated him. He looks at his watch that reads three thirty a.m. The only other person who would...
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Well, I don't even know where to begin... I started on Fanpop back in 2008/2009 (somewhere around there), and during that time I really didn't have many friends. I was always viewed as a weirdo, or something stupid. I had a major obsession with Michael Jackson. It was his art, his music, how he put so much passion and soul into his ART. I loved it. It fascinated me, and always will. He was such a caring person, and people did him wrong. In a way, I felt like I could relate too... Keep in mind, I was only 12-13 years old at the time. (I'm 21 now, and my math skills really ain't good here, okay!!)...
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The booming sounds of rhythmic beats pound in Westlake Studio A as Holly sits at the mixing board. Her long hair pulled back in a ponytail as the fans are on full blast to beat out the hot Californian summer heat wave of 1979. Even in her daisy duke shorts and tank top, she can still feel her skin sticking to the vinyl chair. As the beats go she sits with paper in front of her and writes corresponding lyrics that come to her, sometimes humming, others singing out loud. The time in her studio was her saving grace lately; especially her and Michael haven’t been as close lately, not by Michael’s...
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The days turn into weeks, and the weeks turn into months to nearly a year as Michael is away in New York. Whenever he wasn’t rehearsing or in a costume fitting, his mind always shifted back to Holly – wondering what she was doing, if she was alright or happy. There were so many times he wanted to call and talk to her, but every time he would Diana would want to talk to him or ask him for his help with the dance steps. When she did, everything else seemed to slip away as he reverted back to that star struck eleven-year-old boy once again, pining over a woman whom he could never have –...
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Less than a week has passed since The Mike Douglas Show and Michael cannot get Holly out of his mind. Her bold yet angelic voice is still ringing in his ears. No matter what he has been doing she somehow manages to pop back into his mind where he tries desperately to shake it off, but to no avail. He was hoping she would stop by for a visit like he suggested, but nothing. Perhaps it was too forward of him? Maybe his niceness was misconstrued as creepy to Mrs. Williams. The thought has made him scratch his head multiple times. Luckily he has been working on songs to keep him occupied till the...
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posted by Miaukitty
My History Starts when i was 4 years old and my parents were whatching tv and then appears Thriller on Tv.
I was really scared but i really loved the song.
Then when i was 5 years old my aunt gave me a MJ cd with all his music videos (i specially fell in love with the "Bad" music video, i think he looks so sexy in it) I was obssesed with that cd, i even used to listen it every day.
Then i forgot Michael's music for years.
But now i am a huge fan of his music, im in love with him.
I feel embarrassed to say to my friends that i love MJ so its a secret. Well thats all
PS: sorry for my english but my original language its spanish
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posted by ajagirly18
When I was young, I never even knew or met Michael Jackson. But, my opinion is that he was a very talented artist and a loving, caring person to everyone. His songs make me dance and sing every time. The media and the false rumors and bad names about him I will never believe. I dislike when people call him Wako Jacko. It's not nice. Also when people say that he was guilty, I watched his trial on Tv and he was innocent. They wanted to use prejudice and stereotype against him because he was different. MJ haters beat it. We do not need that from you. Obviously, everyone can't be the same.That...
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So my story began when i was 5/6 years old, i was watching the TV when the show got interrupted by a breaking news that said "Famous Singer Michael Jackson Died at 50" i didn't think much of it and changed the channel.

Then my mom burst out of the room crying, i asked "what's the matter", she said "Michael Jackson died"
I got curious then ask "Who's Michael Jackson?" she told me what an amazing person and fantastic human being he was, and i said "How good are his musics, anyway?"
My mom then played my first MJ song, Black or White, i immediately fell in love with him and started listening to his...
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posted by carnivalcity
I wish I could express just how strong my love for Michael Jackson is. He was such an amazing man and I wish I could've at least hugged him back when he was still alive, but I was too busy dealing with my rough early childhood. He makes me feel like I'm not alone though. I can't explain just how much him and his music help me. I want to be like him in so many ways. He was always such a beautiful man and a little boy at heart, keeping this sense of innocence and this imagination that most lose. I promise I'll never lose any of that either. I couldn't if I wanted to. It's such a part of me. Sharing it with Michael makes me so happy and knowing he would've loved me too makes me feel even better. He was very misunderstood and so am I. I wish he'd felt less alone and had more who could see into his soul with love. I love him in all the ways possible and I respect and look up to him so damned much. I can't say it better than that. I love you, Michael.