KING OF POP

2 Weeks Later.....



"Jermaine, Marlon, Tito, Randy, I would like for all of bạn to meet someone very special." Michael said. He was preparing to reintroduce me to his brothers before we were to begin rehearseal. "I would like bạn to meet. . . .Taylor" I came around the corner I was hiding from and all the boys except for Michael came running to me and hugging me. They actually lifted me off my feet and they were all hugging me so tight, I couldn't breath. I was trying to call for Michael but I could barely hear myself over all of the guys saying how much they have missed me. "Guys guys guys!...

As Rose was rising,Michael's body started to reveal...Tala watched the whole process speechless.Once Michael was all complete,Rose slowly came back on the ground and opened her eyes,looked in her left and saw Michael in the other half of the heart.She got up and ran to him,picked his head up in her hands and looked at him,waiting for him to wake up.Michael didn't...Rose started to cry asking Tala what happened,why didn't he woke up?Michael,was now in a dark place,with no light...He was crying desperately,waiting for someone to rescue him...Suddenly,he heard Rose's voice and saw her tears falling...

Saturday (The ngày of the Party)



It's tonight. The party. I can't believe it's tonight. I'll be alright. Michael will be like how he was at Debs with his sister. Sweet, loving, cute, adorable with those beautiful brown eyes. I was trying to make my tim, trái tim beat normally while I was pulling up in front of Quincy's house. "Thanks, Ethan. I'll call bạn when I'm ready to be picked up." I đã đưa ý kiến to my limo driver right before I got out of the limo. As he drove away, another limo pulled up right where mine was. I didn't want to be in the person's way so I started to head to the door. I looked back to see...

I couldn't believe it. I'm here with Michael Jackson?! The King of Pop?!
"Yeah. That's what they usually call me, but bạn can call me Michael. bạn need some help?" He offered his hand and helped me up from the grass. I noticed my green sweater was instead white, my usual black jeans were blue and my run-down sneakers were new and clean.
"Where am I and what năm is this?"
"In my own private meadow field and the year's 1990."
My jaw was agape.
"Thanks. The name's Casey."
"Hey, Casey. I want bạn to meet my two new friends." When I got to meet them, I noticed that it was John and Derek, my old...