Meetings at NEVERLAND - a You story

Chapter 1

You can't believe your luck. For the first time since the allegations spread worldwide and the end of a very difficult testimony, you are the only reporter invited to spend a day at Michael Jackson's Neverland ranch.

Michael had evidently seen your work and found it impressive, if you were to believe the reasons your boss told you.

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Driving through the gates you're spellbounded by it's magnificent beauty. The nature surrounds you like a enchanted forest, welcoming you to paradise. The car stops by the entrance of a huge Tudor house. It blends so well with the rest of the landscape.

Hestitant, you walk out of the car and reach the door. Giving it a knock, you all of a sudden feel nervous.

A man in a white shirt and dark trousers opens the door, welcoming you inside. You suppose it's the butler. Escorting you into the library, you sit down to wait.

Still a bit anxious, you correct the fabric of your dark garment, when...

'Hello.'

The soft voice meets your ears and you look up. Michael stands before you and with an instant, an aromatic smell fills the room. It's rich, mixed with oriental sweetness.

'Uhm, hi.' You quickly rise from the chair. 'pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jackson.'

'It's a pleasure to meet you, -----'

As he reach out to shake your hand, you can't help but notice the incredible size of it.

'...but please, call me Michael.' He continues, letting your fingers separate. '...Mr. Jackson sounds so formal. Don't you think?'

The way he looks at you sends a tingle down you spine and you slightly shiver.

'Perhaps, yes.'

'...let's have a seat in the chairs over here.' Putting one hand softly on your back, he leads you towards the furniture.

Sitting on the opposite side of you, you're giving a full view of Michael's features. His eyes are done with dark eyeliner and you spot false lashes at the ends. His nose and cheeks bones are beautifully contoured and as the shadows lands on his face, he portrays the sight of someone royal.

'So... where do you wanna start?' Startling you, he breaks the silence. 'I've already given my consent of several questions.' He stops to clear his throat, '...some of them I found rather appalling though, to tell the truth.'

You bite your lower lip. The questions were initionally handled by your co-worker, but it'd be unproffesional to give him the entire blame.

'I do apologize, Mr-eh-Michael. From my understanding, the documents sent were just partial... So it wasn't uhm, in it's completion.'

'M-hm.' He gazes at you, almost scrutinizing you with the depth of his eyes. '...so the ones I was given were not actual?'

'Yes.'

'M-hm.' He utters again, bringing a finger to the cleft in his chin.

You swallow. This is not how you imagined this meeting to take place. In your mind, you'd be successful at your job and Michael would adore you. This, however, was an utter failure.

'I'm sorry it seems like we got off on the wrong foot here.' You begin, trying to set the mood into higher spirits. 'But let me just say that I, we... Uhm, are very honored to have you as our top priority and main event for our magazine.'