“Hey Mike, toi ready to go again?” Chris a dit as he walked in. Michael quickly let go of Brooke.
“Yeah sure, hold on,” Michael wrote something on a piece of paper and gave it to Brooke, pretending it was an autograph as he gave her a wink, “Here toi go, it was nice to meet you.”
“You too, Michael.” Brooke a dit as she walked out the door. She looked at the message on the paper... “Brooke, meet me at my hideout tonight at 7. I wanna know plus about toi than just your beautiful face. I’ll make sure security lets toi in. The address is 25 East-end Avenue. If toi can’t make it, I’ll see toi at the studio tomorrow and talk to toi then. Love, Michael.”
Brooke didn’t hesitate to hurry accueil after work. She was DEFINITELY going tonight. She knew she needed as much time as she could possibly get. The thought that in just 2 hours she was going to a secret hideout to see Michael Jackson was incroyable to her. She needed to look her best.
She arrived with perfect timing. 7pm sharp. As she went inside the gates, Brooke could see Michael standing par the door, waiting for her.
“Hi there gorgeous,”
“Uh, hi Michael,”
“There’s no need to be nervous sweetie. Just relax,” Michael a dit comforting her, “You look beautiful,”
“Thanks Michael,” Brooke said, now plus relaxed.
“Let’s go inside, out of the dark. We can talk in there,”
“Okay. It is a little cold anyway,”
“Aww, toi cold beautiful? Here, I’ll keep toi warm,” Michael put his arms around Brooke as they walked inside, “Prince and Paris are with their nanny tonight, so we don’t have to worry about waking them up. Why don’t toi sit down, Brooke, and I’ll get us a drink. What would toi like?”
“Just water please, Michael.”
“Okay sweetie, I’ll be back in a second.” While Michael was gone, Brooke looked around her, looking at Michael’s pictures that surrounded the room. She saw pictures of Michael with his family, Elizabeth Taylor, Brooke Shields... and E.T.? She couldn’t believe it. She’d always loved E.T. as a child, and still did. Michael walked back in to see Brooke smiling at the picture of him and E.T. He leaned over her shoulder without her noticing and asked, “Watcha doin’?” Brooke jumped at the sudden sight of Michael, being still in her own little world. Catching her breath, she laughed,
“You scared me to death, Michael!”
“Aww, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you... toi like E.T. huh?”
“Yeah. I sound like a big kid, but I l’amour him. I always did when I was little.”
Michael smiled, “Don’t worry, your secret’s sûr, sans danger with me... I don’t know if it’s obvious ou not... but I sort of like E.T. too... Don’t tell anyone though!” Brooke couldn’t help but giggle at Michael’s remark, “You wanna watch it, Brooke?” Michael a dit sounding excited. She was the first girl he’d liked that didn’t think he was weird for liking children movies.
“Sure Michael, I’d l’amour to.” Brooke knew that way, at least, there wouldn’t be any awkward silence between them while they were talking, ‘cause they could just turn to the movie.
“Well in that case, I’d better get some Candy and pop corn, maïs soufflé for us then, huh?”
“Okay then.”
Part 4 coming up soon.
“Yeah sure, hold on,” Michael wrote something on a piece of paper and gave it to Brooke, pretending it was an autograph as he gave her a wink, “Here toi go, it was nice to meet you.”
“You too, Michael.” Brooke a dit as she walked out the door. She looked at the message on the paper... “Brooke, meet me at my hideout tonight at 7. I wanna know plus about toi than just your beautiful face. I’ll make sure security lets toi in. The address is 25 East-end Avenue. If toi can’t make it, I’ll see toi at the studio tomorrow and talk to toi then. Love, Michael.”
Brooke didn’t hesitate to hurry accueil after work. She was DEFINITELY going tonight. She knew she needed as much time as she could possibly get. The thought that in just 2 hours she was going to a secret hideout to see Michael Jackson was incroyable to her. She needed to look her best.
She arrived with perfect timing. 7pm sharp. As she went inside the gates, Brooke could see Michael standing par the door, waiting for her.
“Hi there gorgeous,”
“Uh, hi Michael,”
“There’s no need to be nervous sweetie. Just relax,” Michael a dit comforting her, “You look beautiful,”
“Thanks Michael,” Brooke said, now plus relaxed.
“Let’s go inside, out of the dark. We can talk in there,”
“Okay. It is a little cold anyway,”
“Aww, toi cold beautiful? Here, I’ll keep toi warm,” Michael put his arms around Brooke as they walked inside, “Prince and Paris are with their nanny tonight, so we don’t have to worry about waking them up. Why don’t toi sit down, Brooke, and I’ll get us a drink. What would toi like?”
“Just water please, Michael.”
“Okay sweetie, I’ll be back in a second.” While Michael was gone, Brooke looked around her, looking at Michael’s pictures that surrounded the room. She saw pictures of Michael with his family, Elizabeth Taylor, Brooke Shields... and E.T.? She couldn’t believe it. She’d always loved E.T. as a child, and still did. Michael walked back in to see Brooke smiling at the picture of him and E.T. He leaned over her shoulder without her noticing and asked, “Watcha doin’?” Brooke jumped at the sudden sight of Michael, being still in her own little world. Catching her breath, she laughed,
“You scared me to death, Michael!”
“Aww, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you... toi like E.T. huh?”
“Yeah. I sound like a big kid, but I l’amour him. I always did when I was little.”
Michael smiled, “Don’t worry, your secret’s sûr, sans danger with me... I don’t know if it’s obvious ou not... but I sort of like E.T. too... Don’t tell anyone though!” Brooke couldn’t help but giggle at Michael’s remark, “You wanna watch it, Brooke?” Michael a dit sounding excited. She was the first girl he’d liked that didn’t think he was weird for liking children movies.
“Sure Michael, I’d l’amour to.” Brooke knew that way, at least, there wouldn’t be any awkward silence between them while they were talking, ‘cause they could just turn to the movie.
“Well in that case, I’d better get some Candy and pop corn, maïs soufflé for us then, huh?”
“Okay then.”
Part 4 coming up soon.
American auteur and entrepreneur Gotham Chopra has revealed in his new book that it was his beloved pet pooch Cleo that helped late Michael Jackson overcome his fear of dogs.
The socialite visited the King of pop at his Neverland Ranch accueil with his father Deepak one weekend and, not knowing about the superstar's fear, took his canine friend with him.
In his new book Walking Wisdom, Chopra recalls, "Michael's fear of chiens was well documented, attributed to the fact his father had had violent fighting chiens when Michael was a kid.
"Alas, what hadn't been written about was his change of heart. I'm not going to speculate that Michael ever did get over his fear of dogs, but I can say that he did get a dog - several, if memory serves - over the years for his kids," the Daily Express quoted him as saying.
"I like to think that... Cleo had a lasting impression on him, and for a brief time, turned into friendship," he added.
“There’s too much pressure, pressure, pressure … pressure everywhere I turn …” a diary entry dated Nov. 17, 2008 is alleged to say in part.
“I don’t know who I am, not anmore (sp). Maybe I’m just a father to my children. Maybe I’m washed up.
“The drugs are (illegible) a toll … (illegible) … I’m not addict. But I can’t stop …
“If Elvis … (illegible) … so can I.
“I’ll have a ‘heart attack’ from drugs like he did (yeah, right!)
“I’ll come back, but only when I’m ready. Bigger than Elvis in ‘69.
“Maybe 2009 at Christmas. ou maybe the New an is better.
“A back-from-dead tour, a real Thriller. But I have to rest. I’m tired. I’m not (thinking) clearly.
“It’s the drugs.
“A lot of fans still l’amour me. (Some) people hate me. Thing (sp) will be different (after this) …”
“I don’t know who I am, not anmore (sp). Maybe I’m just a father to my children. Maybe I’m washed up.
“The drugs are (illegible) a toll … (illegible) … I’m not addict. But I can’t stop …
“If Elvis … (illegible) … so can I.
“I’ll have a ‘heart attack’ from drugs like he did (yeah, right!)
“I’ll come back, but only when I’m ready. Bigger than Elvis in ‘69.
“Maybe 2009 at Christmas. ou maybe the New an is better.
“A back-from-dead tour, a real Thriller. But I have to rest. I’m tired. I’m not (thinking) clearly.
“It’s the drugs.
“A lot of fans still l’amour me. (Some) people hate me. Thing (sp) will be different (after this) …”