Time Waits For No One

Time Waits For No One - 6

Time Waits For No One - Chapter 6

Chapter 6;

(1985) - Michael continued to recover from the second and third degree

burns that lathered the top of his head from the pyrotechnics from his

Pepsi endorsement, staying in New York City with his great friend and actor Emmanuel Lewis. Michael was laying on the bed beside

Emmanuel’s as he thought for a long time, getting out of the bed he

walked over to the window and looked down at the ground looking

at all of the busy people walking quickly to work or in a hurry to get

home to their families. Emmanuel came rushing into the room laughing

and carrying on, “Michael,Michael I have ice cream would you like to

share and watch a movie with me?” Emmanuel asked as he walked into the

room, finally noticing that Michael was preoccupied with glancing out

the window. He sat on his bed shoving spoonfuls of ice cream into his

mouth. “What is wrong? are you in pain? do you need me to get the

medicines for you Michael?” Emmanuel asked as he searched around the

room briefly then stared back at Michael. Shaking his head Michael

turned around facing Emmanuel while biting his bottom lip, “They don’t

care…” he said softly as he folded his arms and shook his head still

biting his lip. “They don’t care about anything, about the starving

children in Africa, or the homeless or anything, they only care about

making sure they get home before everyone else out there on the

street, they only care about themselves” he commented again in an

annoyed tone, “we need to wake them up! not just him or her everyone!

all of us need to come together!” he said placing his hands on his

heart, “It hurts my heart and troubles my mind to know that there are

so many in need and so much we can do to help and so little effort

being shown” he frowned. Emmanuel looked up at Michael with a confused expression, ” So what

are we going to do Michael?” He asked including himself in the

excitement, “We’re going to do something about it! We’re going to

write a song get everyone’s attention and send all the proceeds to

Africa, but what will we call ourselves?” Michael asked thinking

placing his index finger to his head, he then began to pace the room

as he thought of a name. “Well let’s not worry ourselves with that just

now let’s call up some friends and get this idea off the ground” he

smiled walking over to his things. Pulling out a black and red book

much like a planner he flipped through the rolodex. “Hmm I’m going to

give Lionel and Quincy a call…” he smiled brightly thinking about