As I sit in the recording studio, I stare at a blank page. One that's supposed to be filled with lyrics to a song. Funny thing is, I don't even know what to write about. I need some inspiration. It's been quite difficult since my grandmother's passing. Before I can block it out of my mind, I see memories of my grandmother and tears start streaming down my face. God, I miss her so much. I miss my inspiration. I wipe the tears from my eyes, and turning on the radio, hearing Michael Jackson's song Gone Too Soon play loudly. I connect and listen to each lyric and I find myself crying even harder. Suddenly, there is a loud knock on the door.
"Just a second!", I yell as I try to wipe my face and I answer the door. I opened the door to find a young but handsome guy who looked to be in his late 20's.
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"Hey. My name is Andre.", the guy said to me.
"Hello, Andre. How may I help you?"
"Well, you can help me by hurrying up your session so that my client can start his. Time is money.", Andre said in a very arrogant tone.
It takes everything in me to hold my tongue but at this point I could care less. There's one thing I don't tolerate and that's disrespect.
"Excuse me? I could care less about your time or money. That's two things that don't concern me. Now, at this point, you may not like me but you WILL respect me! I strongly suggest you change your damn tone because I'm not the 1, the 2 and I damn sure ain't the 3.", I said as I felt myself fuming.
Then, I hear the sweetest voice like the coo of a dove trying to ease the situation by getting Andre to apologize and introducing himself.
"Andre, not only is that the incorrect way of talking to a young lady, but it's the wrong way of talking to a fellow artist.", he scowled at Andre and then he turned to me and introduced himself to me.
"Hello, Angel. My name is Michael. Michael Jackson.", he said with the sweetest smile ever created.
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Currently re-editing this book and I'll also be adding them to my other page @Brunz_HooliganAngel. It's been an extremely long time and I'm much better at writing than I was when I first started this project. This was my very first fanfic that actually came from my Mj Fanpage on IG (@mjhisstory) and now I can finally feel like I can truly add to this story that I have created. Oh and one more thing:
1.) Fuck HBO b/c their network is dry as shit which is the MAIN reason they took on this MOCKumentary that they call "Leaving Neverland". I hope Michael's estate, family, and kids sue the shit out of them and may the creators of HBO fry in hell.
2.) Fuck Oprah's fake coon ass. Fuck her ugly ass eyeglasses, fuck her crusty ass wigs, fuck her meal plans that we ALLL know that she don't fucking follow. I hope her ass chokes on a piece of bread. IT's funny MJ wasn't a pedophile when he was giving her the biggest interview of her fucking career. Her career would still be on life alert if it wasn't for MJ helping out HER ratings b/c she couldn't do the shit herself. Michael always was about giving to charity.
3.) Last but not motherfucking least, FUCK WADE ROBSON and James whatever the fuck his last name is. They are both disgusting fraud ass bitches in my eyes. Also, fuck anybody that believes their lying asses.It's funny that when they don't get the gigs they want and now their non-dancing asses are broke now MJ molested them but when trial was going on it was proven AND they stated UNDER OATH that Michael didn't do anything. Fuck them, their parents, their grandparents, their ancestors that swam ashore to give birth to their crusty ass generation and anybody associated with them.
Y'all already took Michael from us! Leave him and his family the fuck alone. He was and always will be innocent.
