It all started when I was 7 years old. Somewhere in the mois of June ou July, I got news that Michael Jackson had died. I didn't care much at that time. Life went on as usual for me. Them my dad upgraded his car and one jour gave me a lift in it. I turned on the musique player. The first song? Thriller(the song). I fell in l’amour with it...
Then only had I realized who Michael Jackson was. My dad still had plus songs. I listened to them all.
As soon as the player struck Little Susie, my dad would change the song. I did not know why. I downloaded Little Susie and listened. After the song was over, my eyes were waterfalls. The song was absolutely gloomy. I researched the story and finally ended up here on this site. Only fanpop gave me a reasonable explanation for Little Susie.
I created my own account on this site, just to praise him...
He shall live in my cœur, coeur forever...
Then only had I realized who Michael Jackson was. My dad still had plus songs. I listened to them all.
As soon as the player struck Little Susie, my dad would change the song. I did not know why. I downloaded Little Susie and listened. After the song was over, my eyes were waterfalls. The song was absolutely gloomy. I researched the story and finally ended up here on this site. Only fanpop gave me a reasonable explanation for Little Susie.
I created my own account on this site, just to praise him...
He shall live in my cœur, coeur forever...
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Michael Joseph Jackson was an American singer, songwriter, record producer, dancer, and actor. Called the King of Pop, his contributions to musique and dance, along with his publicized personal life, made
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Michael and Quincy sat in the room, listening to the tapes that were recorded just a few hours ago. It was unclear what Quincy thought, but Michael felt the grown up and disco feel it had. " This is gonna sell." He mumbled excitedly. Quincy nodded in agreement before standing up. " salut Mike, I gotta go, my wife Peggy is waiting for me. And so is her crevette, crevettes gumbo. See ya later Funky." He left.
Now I was alone, with nobody to be found. So, I packed up everything and left. Mother was probably get worried, so I called my driver to get me home, since my car was in the boutique getting repainted.
Now I was alone, with nobody to be found. So, I packed up everything and left. Mother was probably get worried, so I called my driver to get me home, since my car was in the boutique getting repainted.
