you all guys must be aware that some Michael fans are giving bribes to the security guards to have a glimpse of Micheal's tomb. As a die hard and a helpless fan of mj maybe me too would have gone to any extent for Michael. there are some lucky people who have been able to attend his concerts and the most fortunate people have met him face to face.
but for the others, all they can do is just dream about him or visit his tomb! But what bothers me when i heard this news is that it is written that fans were posing for inappropriate and even disrespectful photos AND the tomb was littered with such kinds of photos. i have two questions- 1. Are they really Micheal's fans? and 2.if they are fans, why would they ever litter the tomb and pose for such photos? don't they have any respect for him? this thing was really eating my brain cause ever since i became mj's fan, i just couldn't bear any insult and whenever my classmates, who don't like mj, insulted him, i would curse them right back. and I'm sure you all fans are protecting him in the same manner. Because we all love Michael unconditionally, purely and truly!!! then why would those people do it like that??? please write your views about this news and let me know what's your opinion. L.O.V.E and P.E.A.CE.
Young Michael
Practicing for the tour
He turned his head to look over at me. " Yes I will. I'm losing hope. And even if I don't, I might as well. I'm losing my daughter to some psycho, I got stabbed 3 times, there's no use."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Mom crinkled her eyebrows. " There's no use Summer. You can't convince him that he isn't going to die." She said, no hope in her voice.
Dad was still awake, but he was frozen in one position. His messy curly hair was tossed around and flat on the pillow. When I rubbed my palm over his, they were very cold. If you think about it, you're actually not sure if he'll make it.
I rested my head on his chest, tears rolling down my cheeks. I couldn't stand the fact the Dad could be leaving me too early...
When we arrived at the hospital, Dad was extremely pale. Sour tears rolled down my cheeks. I glanced over at Raymond, who was snickering.
I frowned. " Why are you laughing?" Raymond rolled his eyes and gave no response.
I tried to help Dad up, but his weight pulled me down too! Mom and I carried him in where they put him a stretcher.
A nurse came up to us. " I feel so sorry for you.I hope Mr. Jackson will make it through.The world would be messed up." She said, smacking her red lips together. She made a nasty look at Raymond.
" It's him!!! Security!!!!" She yelled, pointing at Raymond. His eyes were the size of bowling balls. " Uh-oh!" He grabbed his jacket ad ran for the exit.
Meanwhile, Mom and I were sitting there, staring at Dad. He slowly opened his eyes and mumbled something I couldn't catch. " What?" I said, putting my ear closer to his mouth.
" Don't leave me to die." He whispered ever so faintly.
I frowned. " Why are you laughing?" Raymond rolled his eyes and gave no response.
I tried to help Dad up, but his weight pulled me down too! Mom and I carried him in where they put him a stretcher.
A nurse came up to us. " I feel so sorry for you.I hope Mr. Jackson will make it through.The world would be messed up." She said, smacking her red lips together. She made a nasty look at Raymond.
" It's him!!! Security!!!!" She yelled, pointing at Raymond. His eyes were the size of bowling balls. " Uh-oh!" He grabbed his jacket ad ran for the exit.
Meanwhile, Mom and I were sitting there, staring at Dad. He slowly opened his eyes and mumbled something I couldn't catch. " What?" I said, putting my ear closer to his mouth.
" Don't leave me to die." He whispered ever so faintly.
