Prince looked at This Is It Michael, "How did you? How are you? When did you?" He couldn't think of the right words to say, hell if my father passed away four years ago and appeared right in front of me in the flesh and blood I don't think I could find what to say either. Bad Michael gently tapped on my shoulder and looked towards the side, meaning 'let's give them three some time', I nodded and we both walked down the long hall. "This house is so beautiful but I wish we were at Hayvenhurst instead.. Boy, do I miss that house." I heard Bad Michael say.
I looked over at him, "Maybe we could go there next?" I said softly and he smiled, "I wish we could but I don't know how we would get in." I looked at him like he was stupid and chuckled, "You own half of the house, plus you're Michael Jackson, you can get into anything!" He gave me a small laugh, "I know that but like you said earlier I haven't been around since 1988 or 1989, This Is It Michael died in 2009, we can't keep making more people think he's alive because then a lot of stuff will go wrong." Stuff? What's he talking about?
I looked at him with an uneasy face, "Stuff? What do you mean? Like is it anything bad?" He shook his head, "It's nothing bad with you and the posters, I mean for Michael. People will think bad of him because they'll think he faked his death and some people will expect more from him like a tour and he can't do that." I nodded in understandment. We walked around the house for about twenty more minutes until we heard someone call our names, "Omer, Kaitlyn!" We knew the voice was This Is It Michael so we ran back to Blanket's bedroom.
We thought something had went wrong because he had sounded panicked when he called for us, we busted through the door way looking like maniacs, "Mike! You okay!? What happened?" Bad Michael and I both yelled in a panic, "Everything is fine." This Is It Michael laughed. "Bad, take off your hoodie." This Is It Michael said to Bad Michael, Bad Michael got a little panicked and so did I, they weren't supposed to find out anything about the posters and now he's making us show them. Ugh, please don't let us look like a bunch of trippy Los Angeles idiots on acid.
Bad Michael slowly took his hoodie off with a lot of caution until This Is It Michael spoke up again, "It's okay, you two, I already told them who he is." Prince and Blanket watched on in amusement trying to figure out what the hell is happening. When Bad Michael got my hoodie all the way off of him and took his sunglasses off, the children gasped. "Daddy, how are you there and here too?" Blanket asked while Prince stared back and forth between Bad Michael and This Is It Michael.
This Is It Michael tried to calm his young son by hugging him, "Well, I don't know, Boo. That's Kaitlyn, she is the person that brought us here." He looked towards me, "Hi." I said nervously and Blanket and Prince both shyly waved at me. Prince spoke up next, "How is this even possible right now?" I shook my head, "I don't know. That's what I would like the answer to myself. I just put up all of his posters on my wall, went to sleep, woke up and he was standing right beside me and talking to me." Prince looked in amazement.
Prince walked up to Bad Michael and studied him carefully, "Dad..." He said under his breath, which made Bad Michael giggle a little, I wonder what Bad Michael thinks of his future children so far? Well two of his future children. Blanket looked over at the Bad Michael and got up and walked towards him and looked at him, "A lot of people tell me I look like you." He said shyly while studying the younger version of his father's face. Bad Michael smiled, "Well I am your father, except I'm just your father from like fourteen years before you were born." I giggled a little and walked over to This Is It Michael.
We heard someone making their way upstairs and down the hall, Bad Michael rushed to get his hoodie and sunglasses back on but before we could do that we heard a big loud crash and looked to the door to see Katherine standing there with a broken glass in front of her looking like she had just saw a ghost - well she did see a ghost... Sort of. "Michael and... Michael?" This Is It Michael walked over to her, "Mother, I can explain." Bad Michael walked up beside the pair and pulled her into a hug, "Mother..." He said breathless. She hugged him back wondering what the hell is going on.
