I begun to search through every ad there was for a huge chunk of land for sale after Janet left my house. I eventually came out of the bathroom, and she said she had to run, giving me this opportunity to look for a Neverland location. I wanted to make sure there was plenty of room for all the fun parts of Neverland to be built, and for the actual house as well as still having plenty of yard area. My stress levels started to rise as I tossed ad after ad, finding not so much as more than 10 acres.
"Why is everything conspiring against me to find a perfect spot for Neverland?" I groan in utter frustration. Just as my dreams seem to be the farthest away possible, out of the corner of my eye I see one last ad I missed.
"COME BUY A LOT IN SANTA BARBARA COUNTY, WHERE CALIFORNIA HAS NO LIMITS," it read.
I start to wonder about Santa Barbara county as a possibility. I've heard it has great scenery, very secluded as well. I pick up the ad and scan a few example options on it. One really sticks with me, a lot at 5225 Figueroa Mountain Road, Los Olivos, California. Something about this lot says to me, "Michael, this is the place where your dreams can truly become reality."
I call the number on the bottom of the ad right away.
"Hello, Nancy Price Real Estate, how can I help you?"
"Hello, I was just wondering about your lot at 5225 Figueroa Mountain Road, Los Olivos, California?" I shyly say.
"Oh yes, that lot is truly magnificent. The pictures don't even do it justice, if you like those then you'll love to see the place in person," I could tell she truly did like the lot, she wasn't only just trying to sell it to me.
"Wonderful, can we schedule a meeting time so that I can get a tour?" I say.
"Of course, how about Thursday at 11 AM?"
I check my calendar. I had dance practice scheduled almost every day but it didn't start until 2 PM.
"Sure, that'd be fine," I reply.
"Could I get your name, sir?" She asks.
"Uhm.. Michael," I say shyly.
"And your last name please?" She says with the same business-lady-like tone.
"Jackson,"
"I'm sorry sir, please forgive how unprofessional this is going to be, but, are you THE Michael Jackson?" She says with a new tone, a nervous one.
"Well I'm unsure what you mean by THE Michael Jackson," I laugh.
"Like, the Michael Jackson who dances, sings, and sang the songs Thriller, Billie Jean, Beat it, etc," she laughs too.
"Well, by those characteristics, yes that's me," I smile when I say this and chuckle a bit.
"Again, I'm sorry by my unprofessional actions but I have to say, I've loved you since you were just a little boy in the Jackson 5! I grew up listening to you & your brothers and watching the Jackson 5 cartoon. Your posters were all over my walls!" I could tell she was starstruck now.
"Thank you, Nancy, may I call you that? It means a lot of you to say that," I reply.
"Of course you can call me Nancy! I cannot wait to meet you on Thursday Mr. Jackson. Have a lovely day," she says before we both hang up.
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Another Part Of Me
Fanfic"She said you were letting go of the cliffside. You ignored her warnings. And when she left, you were oblivious how far you were falling down. And now, you're at rock bottom and unable to crawl back to her to say how stupid you were. Sucks, huh Mike...
