Jaycee's P.O.V.
When Michael dropped me off, I felt sick to my stomach. Something is nagging at me, I just can't figure it out. It didn't help that Jada was in the car either, she's very annoying and pushy. The whole time her mouth was going ' Why are we leaving?' ' Can I stay at Hayvenhurst?' ' Can we stay longer?' ' Why do we have to go home so early?'.
Not only that, but I threw up on the way. I threw up on the sidewalk, on the street and in Michael's limo. When we finally got there, my vision was blurry, my throat had a knot in it and my back was killing me. This was officially the worst day of my life!
Michael's P.O.V.
Later that evening...
I was slumped in my chair staring at the plate in front of me. Today was supposed to be a good day, and it was soiled. Even though I love fried chicken, I wasn't hungry tonight.
Mother glanced at the plate and then at me. " What's wrong Michael? You haven't touched a thing!" I sighed and started to pick up my fork. " Nothing Mother. I'm just not hungry."
Randy sat next to me with collard greens and chicken stuffed in his mouth. " You gonna eat that? Dis chicken is good!" He says, gleefully taking my chicken off my plate. Everyone laughed. I'm glad he's enjoying life.
My attention went back down to my now meatless plate. I tried to eat the candy yams but they weren't fully cooked and were dry. I can already tell it was made by La Toya.
Jermaine looked at me with a sinister look on his face. I love him a great deal, but he sure can be nosy! I flinched when Joseph yells " Boy! You better eat those greens and yams. Your mother and sister spent the whole day preparing it!"
For the next five minutes I licked my plate clean. I knew I couldn't talk to my parents, correct that- Mother without my siblings butting in. Even if they don't but in, mother always ushers me to Jermaine or Jackie. What can they do? They always say things like ' Sorry, can't help you there little bro' ' Ask Joseph' or something like that.
Janet came up to me with an innocent puppy look on his face. " Mikey? ' Yes Dunk? " Can you play with me?" I sighed with boredom in my voice. " Sure, why not?"
Of course, I was fooled into playing princesses with Janet yet again. I don't understand why she's so obsessed with them, she'll never be one.
Besides us dressing up, eating tea and crumpets and basically ruining my teen years, we were cuddled on the couch watching The Exorcist. Janet was nearly begging me to watch it, claiming she was grown enough.
Unfortunately, when the movie was at the beginning, Janet chickened out and went back to the little girl she was. I had changed the channel to Sanford and Son. Redd Foxx was always funny to me. Janet fell asleep in my arms. She's so cute when she's sleeping. Minus the potential snoring and the constant kicking.
I took Janet upstairs to put her in bed and went to call Jaycee. I feel really bad about what happened earlier. Especially for Bill, because she threw up on him too. When I picked up the phone, it was a long time before anyone picked up.
' Hello?' Jaycee answered weakly.
' Hey Jay Jay! What's up?' I asked.
' I've been throwing up all night and I feel like I've been on a carousel for ten years!' She yelled in a half-weak voice.
' Oh, sorry to hear that! I hope you feel better. Listen, when you get better, I was thinking that we could, I don't know, go on a date?'
The line went silent then. She just exploded with a excited and gleeful scream. " Yes!!! I will, I will, I will!" For a sick person, she was sure exuberant.
Jaycee's P.O.V.
I haven't felt this happy since my little sister was born. For the first time in my life, I had something to be happy about. All my life, I worked. Work was all I knew. My mother was a housekeeper, currently a lawyer, but still. Sometimes she works so hard that we go days with it just being Jada and I. Michael is the reason for my sunny days. The way his adorable brown eyes lighting up every time he sees me, his shy, yet open personaility. He actually treats me with respect and I know for a fact that he isn't a womanizer like many guys that liked me.
He also is like a big brother to me, even though we're in a relationship. Words can't even describe how much I love him. The way he clings to me is just amazing. Now I know I have a man in him.
When Michael dropped me off, I felt sick to my stomach. Something is nagging at me, I just can't figure it out. It didn't help that Jada was in the car either, she's very annoying and pushy. The whole time her mouth was going ' Why are we leaving?' ' Can I stay at Hayvenhurst?' ' Can we stay longer?' ' Why do we have to go home so early?'.
Not only that, but I threw up on the way. I threw up on the sidewalk, on the street and in Michael's limo. When we finally got there, my vision was blurry, my throat had a knot in it and my back was killing me. This was officially the worst day of my life!
Michael's P.O.V.
Later that evening...
I was slumped in my chair staring at the plate in front of me. Today was supposed to be a good day, and it was soiled. Even though I love fried chicken, I wasn't hungry tonight.
Mother glanced at the plate and then at me. " What's wrong Michael? You haven't touched a thing!" I sighed and started to pick up my fork. " Nothing Mother. I'm just not hungry."
Randy sat next to me with collard greens and chicken stuffed in his mouth. " You gonna eat that? Dis chicken is good!" He says, gleefully taking my chicken off my plate. Everyone laughed. I'm glad he's enjoying life.
My attention went back down to my now meatless plate. I tried to eat the candy yams but they weren't fully cooked and were dry. I can already tell it was made by La Toya.
Jermaine looked at me with a sinister look on his face. I love him a great deal, but he sure can be nosy! I flinched when Joseph yells " Boy! You better eat those greens and yams. Your mother and sister spent the whole day preparing it!"
For the next five minutes I licked my plate clean. I knew I couldn't talk to my parents, correct that- Mother without my siblings butting in. Even if they don't but in, mother always ushers me to Jermaine or Jackie. What can they do? They always say things like ' Sorry, can't help you there little bro' ' Ask Joseph' or something like that.
Janet came up to me with an innocent puppy look on his face. " Mikey? ' Yes Dunk? " Can you play with me?" I sighed with boredom in my voice. " Sure, why not?"
Of course, I was fooled into playing princesses with Janet yet again. I don't understand why she's so obsessed with them, she'll never be one.
Besides us dressing up, eating tea and crumpets and basically ruining my teen years, we were cuddled on the couch watching The Exorcist. Janet was nearly begging me to watch it, claiming she was grown enough.
Unfortunately, when the movie was at the beginning, Janet chickened out and went back to the little girl she was. I had changed the channel to Sanford and Son. Redd Foxx was always funny to me. Janet fell asleep in my arms. She's so cute when she's sleeping. Minus the potential snoring and the constant kicking.
I took Janet upstairs to put her in bed and went to call Jaycee. I feel really bad about what happened earlier. Especially for Bill, because she threw up on him too. When I picked up the phone, it was a long time before anyone picked up.
' Hello?' Jaycee answered weakly.
' Hey Jay Jay! What's up?' I asked.
' I've been throwing up all night and I feel like I've been on a carousel for ten years!' She yelled in a half-weak voice.
' Oh, sorry to hear that! I hope you feel better. Listen, when you get better, I was thinking that we could, I don't know, go on a date?'
The line went silent then. She just exploded with a excited and gleeful scream. " Yes!!! I will, I will, I will!" For a sick person, she was sure exuberant.
Jaycee's P.O.V.
I haven't felt this happy since my little sister was born. For the first time in my life, I had something to be happy about. All my life, I worked. Work was all I knew. My mother was a housekeeper, currently a lawyer, but still. Sometimes she works so hard that we go days with it just being Jada and I. Michael is the reason for my sunny days. The way his adorable brown eyes lighting up every time he sees me, his shy, yet open personaility. He actually treats me with respect and I know for a fact that he isn't a womanizer like many guys that liked me.
He also is like a big brother to me, even though we're in a relationship. Words can't even describe how much I love him. The way he clings to me is just amazing. Now I know I have a man in him.
Originally posted May 3rd 2010 8:25 PM PDT by TMZ Staff
God help anyone who uses a picture of Michael Jackson to hawk their products, because the licensee of MJ's image is going after some new companies with a vengeance.
Bravado International Group -- which markets all things Michael -- is suing T-Line Design, Inc. based in Oregon.
According to the federal suit, obtained by TMZ, T-Line is downright "defiant," sardonically writing a blog that says, "...it SUCKS TOTAL BOLLOCKS when people steal those creations..."
The suit seeks $750 for each image illegally used, as well as statutory damages of $150,000.
Bravado filed two other infringement suits today against two other companies for unauthorized MJ
Read more: link
God help anyone who uses a picture of Michael Jackson to hawk their products, because the licensee of MJ's image is going after some new companies with a vengeance.
Bravado International Group -- which markets all things Michael -- is suing T-Line Design, Inc. based in Oregon.
According to the federal suit, obtained by TMZ, T-Line is downright "defiant," sardonically writing a blog that says, "...it SUCKS TOTAL BOLLOCKS when people steal those creations..."
The suit seeks $750 for each image illegally used, as well as statutory damages of $150,000.
Bravado filed two other infringement suits today against two other companies for unauthorized MJ
Read more: link
like your charm, your face,
just everything.
But the thing I think of the most
is that smile of yours.
Everytime I see it,
my heart skips a beat
and my thoughts get lost in it.
Your smile gives me butterflys in my stomach.
Your smile makes angels sing, a song that fills the streets.
Without that smile,
there is no joy in this world.
No one can replace it.
There is no mistake that when you smile,
that wonderful, beautiful smile,
the world turns into a better place.
To: My LOVE, Michael Joseph Jackson
By: Gracie
Paul Anka,Co-writer of ((This is it)).
you know i think Michael really wanted to change the world. you can tell because of his songs like man in the mirror,heal the heal world,earth song,black or white,and they don't care about us. and it is so sad that he pasted and when i looked at the video they don't care about us i really started to cry becuase is was so happy to see all the people that loved him and saw him. i mean he was and still the king of pop. i mean Michael had kids,family, and fans and Michael song you are not alone in so meaningful atfer his death. :( I LOVE YOU MICHAEL!!!
There were no albums bigger than Thriller and Bad, and Jackson seemed to be just entering his prime as an artist.
In hindsight, considering the astonishing heights he hit in the 1980s, maybe there was nowhere to go but down. On top of the world profeessionally, his persional affairs increasingly came under the microscope and seemed to gradually bleed the life and vibrancy out of the mercurial artist.
The new decade sarted off with Jackson in the studio, recording his new album, Dangerous. Jackson had recently signed a 15-years, six-record deal with sony, and if the singer was able to deliver sales numbers comparable to what he posted in the 1980s, the deal was estimated to have an earing power of up to $1 billion.
Dangerous got off to a great start-it debuted at number one and quickly outpaced the sales of Bad.
