Rosabel stayed in the hospital for two plus weeks and during that time Michael visited her three plus times. They had found out a lot about each other and become very good friends. Rosabel had almost completely healed with just a scar left on her forehead. On Rosabel's last jour in hospital, Michael came to pick her up when she was ready to leave.
"Are toi ready?" He asked.
"Yep."
"Lets go then."
Rosabel took one of Michael's warm hands then went with him outside into his red Mercedes.
"Where are we even going?" She a dit when she was in the car.
"It's a surprise. Just wait and see. Do toi want to play your new album?"
"Yes!" Rosabel a dit excitedly.
Michael gave the Dangerous album to Bill and almost immediately they heard confiture start playing. Then the engine started and they drove off.
On their journey, Michael and Rosabel managed to listen to the whole album three times and they never stopped chant and dancing. Even though Rosabel had no idea exactly where she was going, she knew that they were in Central Londres because of the glimpses of the Londres Eye she had caught. Eventually the car pulled up in front of a huge hotel called The Hilton. Michael got out and helped Rosabel out.
"Surprise!" Michael a dit playfully.
"We're staying in a hotel?!"
Michael nodded then led her into the massive lobby. He told her to sit on one of the sofas while he checked in. Rosabel sat down on an incredibly soft red chair and watched Michael at the front desk. She saw how the people in the lobby reacted when they saw him. Some started shaking, some stared in shock, some got out their cameras, one person even fainted! Seemingly unaware of the effects he had caused, Michael beckoned for Rosabel to follow him to the lift. She went with him up to the fifth floor and into room 777.
The room was huge. It had a blue king sized lit in the middle of it with a mahogany bedside table, tableau suivant to it and a TV in front of it. There was a large white sofa in front of the windows with a black table, tableau in front it, a wardrobe that Michael had put all his clothes in and even an en suite bathroom.
"I'm still dreaming." Rosabel a dit when she walked into the room.
Suddenly, she felt something pinch her on her shoulder. Rosabel turned to Michael, who was behind her.
"Did toi just pinch me?" She asked.
"Maybe." Michael said, trying not to laugh.
Rosabel raised her eyebrows at Michael and he burst out laughing.
"Alright, fine. I did pinch you. But only to make toi believe that this is real. Are toi hungry?"
"A little bit."
"I'll call room service then."
Rosabel went and made herself comfortable on the white sofa while Michael picked up the phone that was par the door. She looked out of the window and gasped as she saw the beautiful scene of Central London. In plain view was the Londres Eye and Big Ben along with the River Thames and the Houses of Parliament. Then Rosabel looked directly down at the front of the hotel and was completely shocked par what she saw. In front of the hotel was a giant crowd of people that filled up the whole street. Rosabel wondered what they were there for until she saw some people holding up a banner saying "We l’amour toi Michael!"
Michael had just hung up the phone when Rosabel called him.
"Michael!" She called. "Michael, toi have to see this!"
"What is it?"
Rosabel ran over to him and took him par the hand then pulled him to the window.
"All these people came for you!"
"Really?"
Michael saw all the people and the banner then he opened the window and waved to all the fans. The noise they made was incredible. Rosabel wondered how the windows weren't broken.
"Do toi want to wave to them?" Michael asked.
Rosabel quickly shook her head. She got very shy in front of lots of people.
"Why not? You're not shy, are you?"
"Kind of." Rosabel said, blushing slightly.
Michael chuckled and closed the window. Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" Michael sang, making Rosabel giggle.
"Room service."
Michael opened the door to a blonde woman holding two large trays of food. She came in and put the nourriture on the black table, tableau that was in front of the sofa then went out again. Rosabel looked at the the food, her mouth beginning to water. On one tray was heaps of fried chicken, fried riz and vegetables and the other tray had lots of desserts on it like small pomme pies, little bowls of trifle and different kinds of cakes.
"I thought toi a dit toi were hungry." Michael said, noticing how Rosabel was staring at the food.
"I am! I've never seen this much nourriture before though."
"Let's eat then."
The two of them ate their way through both trays and watched TV until they were so stuffed, they could barely breathe.
"Are toi ready?" He asked.
"Yep."
"Lets go then."
Rosabel took one of Michael's warm hands then went with him outside into his red Mercedes.
"Where are we even going?" She a dit when she was in the car.
"It's a surprise. Just wait and see. Do toi want to play your new album?"
"Yes!" Rosabel a dit excitedly.
Michael gave the Dangerous album to Bill and almost immediately they heard confiture start playing. Then the engine started and they drove off.
On their journey, Michael and Rosabel managed to listen to the whole album three times and they never stopped chant and dancing. Even though Rosabel had no idea exactly where she was going, she knew that they were in Central Londres because of the glimpses of the Londres Eye she had caught. Eventually the car pulled up in front of a huge hotel called The Hilton. Michael got out and helped Rosabel out.
"Surprise!" Michael a dit playfully.
"We're staying in a hotel?!"
Michael nodded then led her into the massive lobby. He told her to sit on one of the sofas while he checked in. Rosabel sat down on an incredibly soft red chair and watched Michael at the front desk. She saw how the people in the lobby reacted when they saw him. Some started shaking, some stared in shock, some got out their cameras, one person even fainted! Seemingly unaware of the effects he had caused, Michael beckoned for Rosabel to follow him to the lift. She went with him up to the fifth floor and into room 777.
The room was huge. It had a blue king sized lit in the middle of it with a mahogany bedside table, tableau suivant to it and a TV in front of it. There was a large white sofa in front of the windows with a black table, tableau in front it, a wardrobe that Michael had put all his clothes in and even an en suite bathroom.
"I'm still dreaming." Rosabel a dit when she walked into the room.
Suddenly, she felt something pinch her on her shoulder. Rosabel turned to Michael, who was behind her.
"Did toi just pinch me?" She asked.
"Maybe." Michael said, trying not to laugh.
Rosabel raised her eyebrows at Michael and he burst out laughing.
"Alright, fine. I did pinch you. But only to make toi believe that this is real. Are toi hungry?"
"A little bit."
"I'll call room service then."
Rosabel went and made herself comfortable on the white sofa while Michael picked up the phone that was par the door. She looked out of the window and gasped as she saw the beautiful scene of Central London. In plain view was the Londres Eye and Big Ben along with the River Thames and the Houses of Parliament. Then Rosabel looked directly down at the front of the hotel and was completely shocked par what she saw. In front of the hotel was a giant crowd of people that filled up the whole street. Rosabel wondered what they were there for until she saw some people holding up a banner saying "We l’amour toi Michael!"
Michael had just hung up the phone when Rosabel called him.
"Michael!" She called. "Michael, toi have to see this!"
"What is it?"
Rosabel ran over to him and took him par the hand then pulled him to the window.
"All these people came for you!"
"Really?"
Michael saw all the people and the banner then he opened the window and waved to all the fans. The noise they made was incredible. Rosabel wondered how the windows weren't broken.
"Do toi want to wave to them?" Michael asked.
Rosabel quickly shook her head. She got very shy in front of lots of people.
"Why not? You're not shy, are you?"
"Kind of." Rosabel said, blushing slightly.
Michael chuckled and closed the window. Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" Michael sang, making Rosabel giggle.
"Room service."
Michael opened the door to a blonde woman holding two large trays of food. She came in and put the nourriture on the black table, tableau that was in front of the sofa then went out again. Rosabel looked at the the food, her mouth beginning to water. On one tray was heaps of fried chicken, fried riz and vegetables and the other tray had lots of desserts on it like small pomme pies, little bowls of trifle and different kinds of cakes.
"I thought toi a dit toi were hungry." Michael said, noticing how Rosabel was staring at the food.
"I am! I've never seen this much nourriture before though."
"Let's eat then."
The two of them ate their way through both trays and watched TV until they were so stuffed, they could barely breathe.
Last an I told myself, 'This is the first year, it's okay to cry. "
But now a an later I am crying even more.
toi know, suivant an I would be in high school, I finished chapter in my life.
And I want to thank you, toi were there for me in the most difficult moments.
toi are the one who came when I fell down.
toi were the only one around.
toi are the one who a dit that I'm free, when if it seems so hard to be.
Michael toi Were my Heaven on earth
toi were my hunger, my thirst.
Michael my cœur, coeur used to be cold
'Til your hands laid on my soul.
Every night I look at the seconde étoile, star to the right and I wonder,
Do toi see us?
Do toi see the poor and the rich?
The strong and weak?
The good and bad?
Becuse thanks to toi I see them all. And today I already know which side I'm belong.
So my hero The Man In The Mirror
Thank toi so much for all toi been donné me.
Michael, For me toi are Forever.
But now a an later I am crying even more.
toi know, suivant an I would be in high school, I finished chapter in my life.
And I want to thank you, toi were there for me in the most difficult moments.
toi are the one who came when I fell down.
toi were the only one around.
toi are the one who a dit that I'm free, when if it seems so hard to be.
Michael toi Were my Heaven on earth
toi were my hunger, my thirst.
Michael my cœur, coeur used to be cold
'Til your hands laid on my soul.
Every night I look at the seconde étoile, star to the right and I wonder,
Do toi see us?
Do toi see the poor and the rich?
The strong and weak?
The good and bad?
Becuse thanks to toi I see them all. And today I already know which side I'm belong.
So my hero The Man In The Mirror
Thank toi so much for all toi been donné me.
Michael, For me toi are Forever.
Michael Jackson
God looked at his Garden
And found an empty place
Then he looked upon the Earth
And saw your tired face
He put his arms round you
And lifted toi to the rest
God's garden must be beautiful
He only takes the best
Dedicated to Michael Jackson. I'm so sorry Michael,
toi came to help, they hurt you
toi taught us to love, they accused toi of loving
It's all our fault.
I know toi are in a better place now I l’amour toi very much.
Bye..till we meet again!
We will never forget you, toi were a blessing to the world and to us
God looked at his Garden
And found an empty place
Then he looked upon the Earth
And saw your tired face
He put his arms round you
And lifted toi to the rest
God's garden must be beautiful
He only takes the best
Dedicated to Michael Jackson. I'm so sorry Michael,
toi came to help, they hurt you
toi taught us to love, they accused toi of loving
It's all our fault.
I know toi are in a better place now I l’amour toi very much.
Bye..till we meet again!
We will never forget you, toi were a blessing to the world and to us
Dr. Conrad Murray's lawyers have subpoenaed Sony for the raw footage from the "This Is It" rehearsals to montrer the jury ... Michael Jackson was a physical and mental mess before he died ... TMZ has learned.
We've learned Murray's lawyers want the tapes to montrer Jackson was slow, lethargic and weak in the days prior to his death. Although some of the video shows an alert MJ, other portions, we're told, clearly montrer something is wrong with the singer.
Murray's lawyers want to montrer jurors in the manslaughter case ... Michael was ill ou even dying before the fateful morning ... so it wasn't really the June 25 Propofol injections that killed MJ.
We've learned Murray's lawyers want the tapes to montrer Jackson was slow, lethargic and weak in the days prior to his death. Although some of the video shows an alert MJ, other portions, we're told, clearly montrer something is wrong with the singer.
Murray's lawyers want to montrer jurors in the manslaughter case ... Michael was ill ou even dying before the fateful morning ... so it wasn't really the June 25 Propofol injections that killed MJ.
Originally posté May 14th 2010 12:35 AM PDT par TMZ Staff
Lisa Marie Presley's prayers have been answered -- TMZ has learned a fleur company is about to deliver a field's worth of sunflowers to Michael Jackson's burial site in Glendale, CA.
Jason Levin from sunflowerguy.com tells TMZ he's shipping several thousand sunflowers -- which were Michael's favori -- to his mausoleum at Forest Lawn Cemetery today.
Levin's donation follows Lisa Marie's MySpace posting Wednesday, complaining that Michael deserves plus than the few bouquets, candles and gifts that currently surround his tomb.
Read more: link
Lisa Marie Presley's prayers have been answered -- TMZ has learned a fleur company is about to deliver a field's worth of sunflowers to Michael Jackson's burial site in Glendale, CA.
Jason Levin from sunflowerguy.com tells TMZ he's shipping several thousand sunflowers -- which were Michael's favori -- to his mausoleum at Forest Lawn Cemetery today.
Levin's donation follows Lisa Marie's MySpace posting Wednesday, complaining that Michael deserves plus than the few bouquets, candles and gifts that currently surround his tomb.
Read more: link
The revelations will be the king of pop will be of great interest since the file contains everything about the surveys were done between 1993 and 2004 concerning allegations of child abuse but also other hitherto hidden aspects of personal life.
A typical example is the case in the effort of the owners of a private jet to leak to the media a video montrer the pop legend to be handed to the police because the categories that aselgise on a 12 years boy.
The file, however, will not shed light on the causes of sudden death in June 2009.