Michael Jackson & Slash ♥

Michael can’t sleep as he sits on his đi văng with The Twilight Zone running in the background of the television. It seems like lately, he can’t sleep and it seems to be getting worse as he gets older. His mind wanders with thoughts, fears, hopes, and of course music. Well, that’s what his mind usually is thinking about, tonight it’s about Holly. Michael can’t seem to erase the thought of them kissing each other and how it felt tonight. One thing was for certain; he wanted thêm and it intimidated him. He looks at his watch that reads three thirty a.m. The only other person who would...

The booming sounds of rhythmic beats pound in Westlake Studio A as cây ô rô, hoa huệ, holly sits at the mixing board. Her long hair pulled back in a ponytail as the những người hâm mộ are on full blast to beat out the hot Californian summer heat wave of 1979. Even in her giống cúc, daisy duke shorts and tank top, she can still feel her skin sticking to the vinyl chair. As the beats go she sits with paper in front of her and writes corresponding lyrics that come to her, sometimes humming, others hát out loud. The time in her studio was her saving grace lately; especially her and Michael haven’t been as close lately, not bởi Michael’s...