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The Prologue: Part 1

                 Michael's Prologue

   Everyone knows my name. Everyone knows my moves. Everyone knows how I look. I'm famous all over the world. I'm famous for my pop life. I've traveled everywhere for my fans, to give their chance to see their idol doing his magic, seen only by their eyes, listened only by their ears and felt only by their innocent hearts and souls.

   Yes, you got it right. I'm the one and only King of Pop, Michael Jackson, and I've been hiding my secret for more than a decade. I'm not going to tell you about it, unless you promise me you won't reveal it. It is kind of personal for me to reveal it, but I will: I'm a gangster.

   Besides my life as a musician and as a public person, I live also a gangster life in my spare time. Don't worry, I'm a good one. Usually, my whole clan fight against other clans who try to rob and kill innocent people on the streets or in the private places. We sometimes have to fight many duels with one of our biggest enemies: Mr. BIG's clan.

   He always kept trying to assassinate me because awhile ago I got classified as one of the most famous American gangsters who ever lived, here, in the outskirts of Los Angeles, California.
During my uptown nights, I go to the best pub, located on the Avenue Street, called "Cool Melody". Sometimes I sing for this pub, just for people's entertainment. And even for mine, too.

   When I sing on that stage, I can feel my satisfaction thought my body by seeing everyone enjoying themselves. They feel free to have fun however they want. You will never know what it can happen. They can go crazy. They can scream. They can sing along with me and my lyrics. They can get drunk. They can fall in love... oh, this Love Bug. It can make miracles, but also struggles.

   I've never fallen in love since my relationship with Aura. She was a beautiful woman, with eyes like the blue ocean and with a hair like silk. We broke up when I found out she was cheating on me all the time we were together. Since then, I could never trust in love or in women like her. Love is like time: it comes with its joys and it leaves with its pains.

   Anyways, while people are having fun, some gangsters are used to sneak inside just to catch the girls' attention for a little while. Do you know what is the difference between me and them? I get all the girls, even though I do not try. They just have to wait to be like me. Girls often tell me that I am handsome, that I got that charisma and charming. One of them compared me to Marlon Brando when he was young.

   At the same time, I want to feel this love, to have the feeling of being loved... but from a certain girl. I want to cuddle with her in the morning, after we get awake. I want to kiss her on her forehead when she feels sad. I want her to show me her sincerity and her beauty. I just want to cherish her as much as I can. Oh Lord, sometimes I cannot understand myself...