LAX...UNITED STATES OF AMERICA....LOS ANGELES CALIFORNIA.......
Michael Jackson unboards the plane that has just arrived
at gate 7 at LAX (Los Angeles InternationalAirport). He's
nervous but excited too. Following everyone else to the
luggage area. Michael only had one small bag. Once he got
his bag he left and followed those who were there on visa's
and passports to a huge desk with many people sitting behind
little windows. The lines were long and crowded with many
languages. None, however did Michael recognize. The French
dialect he did and the Italian, but Michael truly had no
idea what they were saying.
Looking around at the inside of the huge Los Angeles Airport's
main inner sanctium. There were shops and food courts and all
kinds of things and people. Michael watched as the lines moved
slowly. He was trying to see if anything was familiar in lang-
uage but nothing was. Biting his lip he waited for his turn.
The more Michael waited however, the more nervous he became.
Finally it was his turn....
NEXT.....
Michael looked at the woman at the counter. "Next!" He
didn't understand what she was saying. "Sir? Next you!
Come here!" Motioning with her finger. Michael stepped
up to the window. "Je suis un paisanu, ùn capiscu micca any-
cosa. Ùn vi parla Crouse?" (I'm sorry, I do not understand
anything. Do you speak Crouse?) "Passport and Visa? What is
the nature of your stay?" The woman at the customs desk said.
"Ùn capiscu micca. I parlà Crouse. ùn qualchidunu di parlà
chì quì?" (I don't understand. I speak Crouse. Doesn't any-
one speak that here?) She looked at Michael but did not
understand what he was saying either. "Excuse me sir? Where
are you going? What is your name?" A word Michael recognized,
"Name Michael Jackson." Michael smiled and held his hand
to his chest. "Name Michael Jackson." "You're Michael Jackson?"
"Name Michael Jackson." The customs woman who's name tag
read Wilters held up a small sample passport and pointed to
it and then to Michael. "Oh iè !! Iè! Aghju. Aspettate!
Aspettate!" (Oh yes!! Yes! I have. Wait! Wait!) He holds up
a finger. Then pulls it from his pockets. Handing it to the
woman. She enters the number in the computer system.
BEEEP....BEEEP....BEEEP....BEEEP....
An alarm sounded and flashing red lights began to blink
off and on and men with guns came down and circled around
Michael. He was scared. Michael had no idea what happened
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MJ Fantasy Who Needs Words When A Heart Knows Love?
FanfictionLost and alone in a foreign land. Doesn't speak the language, no one understands him. His sick mother worries for him in their war torn homeland.....what's Michael to do? Who will save him? Help him? Won't anyone try to lend a helping hand?
