Spirit Of The Rhythm♚ Book 1

Chapter 1♛

What is a king? what makes somebody a freak? why is it easier to respond to something negatively rather than find out the whole truth? Well being Michael Jackson the king of pop, that's all I get and hear. Question my every move,rip my pride away, trash my name, then ask am I going to make another album? Can the world get anymore cruel? I get up as I am greeted to my sun and moon. "daddy! good morning! ',Prince And Paris said in giggling unison,  squeezing my neck with their little hands. Morning!  how are my little prince And princess doing?, I said returning their infectious happiness. "We are good daddy we made you breakfast! ",Paris said as they let go and grab each of my hands dragging me downstairs. "daddy come on Paris made you some orange juice and I helped is up the table and We both helped with the pancakes ,daddy move your butt and come on!", Prince said with his sandy blonde hair shaking as they pull me into the dining room. They let me go as I sat down. "good morning Mr. Jackson did you sleep well? "said Michelle my chef. no, Yes I did thank-you I said lying. She's gives me a disproving smile but drops it. "that's great well Paris and Prince wanted to make you a special breakfast so I helped them I'll go get your plates ",she continued  as she went into the kitchen. She came back minutes late  with three plate's. She handed Paris one and Prince one then gave me mine. Thank-you Michelle you can have the day off I want to make dinner and lunch, she nodded and walked out. After breakfast Prince and Paris went with their mom for the day. I hate letting them go even if to their mom. She gave me full custody when after the  divorce, but I know as a mother she still wanted to see her kids and I have no problem with that. It's  just I miss when they are gone. I walk to my room to take a long shower. When I'm done I get out and take a quick glance at  the mirror then wrapped the towel around my waist and walked back  in my room and grabbed some boxers and slid them on under my towel. Then found some black dress pants and a plain white v neck and a red button up long sleeve shirt, I then comb my short hair a little . As I was about to walk out  when my phone rang I didn't answer it I wanted for Bill to answer. He  knocked on my door a couple minute's later . yes? "Michael it's Chris", I think For a minute."Tucker  ", He finished noticing my silence. My face lite up. Ok thanks Bill Ill take it, he nodded and walked out. I wait till hes out of sight then walked and sat on my bed.

*Hello?

"Mike? hey man whats up?"

Ha-ha nothing, The kid's just left with Debbie

"Oh I see, You must miss them? "

Yeah...a little,  How did you know?

"Mike you not too hard to figure out man, Plus you sound miserable"

Ha-ha no just bored, Hey Chris I have an idea

"Yeah Mike ?"

Just come to Neverland ok?

"Ha-ha a Mike you are something else you know that?"

Ha-ha I guess now hurry please

"Alright Peter pan I'm on my way "

Alright thanks!*

I hang up before he could say bye. I straighten myself up a bit waiting for Chris to arrive.30 minutes later Bill tells Me Chris is here. I go outside to meet him by the gates. He was about to get out but I quickly  got in his car..He gives me a puzzled look.  "Mike what you doing? ",.I smile at him like a schoolboy in detention. I  have and idea now please  let's go, "Mike don't you need your bodyguards? ", He said pointing to the two of y guards standing by the gate. No I got a disguise so come on, He stays silent for a moment then gives in. "Alright what do you have planned?", I smile widley at my victory. Drive and you'll see...

....To Be Continued....