A woman about 29 years old was walking around Los Angeles. She's had a chant career for quite some time, but it never ended the way she planned it to. Her name...was Aislinn Williams. Her parents passed away since she was about 16 and had to live with her aunt Kathy up in Redding, CA. Anyway, she walked down the Walk Of Fame and looked down and stopped. She had looked up to this one guy, Michael Jackson, for quite some time. Her parents always teased her because they would say that she's in l’amour with him. She thought to herself, 'why would I be in l’amour with him if I don't know much about him?' She did dream once that she'd meet him at some point when she was growing up, but it never happened. She didn't know what he looked like now, that's for sure. Soon, this car pulled up and the guy whistled at her and she turned to him. "Do toi need a ride somewhere?" He asked. She responded, "Yes, I do. I need to get home, please? My aunt will be so worried about me."
He stopped the car and got out. He had a disguise on so she couldn't see who he was, but his voice was familiar. He got to the passenger side and opened the door for her and she got in. She was rather nervous about riding in this guy's car. She looked around and found clothes and fedoras and other things...even tape. He got in and started the car and started driving. He had to ask "Where do toi live?" And she responded as calm as she could, "Up in Redding." "Wow, you're a ways away from home, aren't you? Well, do toi have a number ou something to call your aunt?" "No, my aunt doesn't have a phone...I'm thinking of getting her one, but..." The guy was starting to worry a bit about her. She was nervous as she could get.
After about an heure of driving, they got to her house. "Here toi go, um...what's your name? Sorry if I have to ask." She shook her head "It's no trouble. My name is Aislinn Williams." He smiled at her. "It was nice to meet you, Aislinn. If toi need anything at all..." he took out a piece of paper and wrote his number and address and handed it to her. "Just call ou come visit, ok?" She nodded. "Thank toi so much for the ride." He shook his head at her. "It's no trouble. But seriously, if toi need anything, just give me a call, ok?"
She nodded and he waved and headed off back to Encino. Aislinn then walked inside the house and her aunt questioned her where she went and everything. "I went to Los Angeles, Aunt Kathy. I swear. Then this guy pulled up and brought me home." She had to question even further. "Do toi know this guy?" she asked. Aislinn shook her head. "No, but his voice was familiar..." They pondered about it for a while...it will remain a mystery until Aislinn actually finds out who that guy was.
He stopped the car and got out. He had a disguise on so she couldn't see who he was, but his voice was familiar. He got to the passenger side and opened the door for her and she got in. She was rather nervous about riding in this guy's car. She looked around and found clothes and fedoras and other things...even tape. He got in and started the car and started driving. He had to ask "Where do toi live?" And she responded as calm as she could, "Up in Redding." "Wow, you're a ways away from home, aren't you? Well, do toi have a number ou something to call your aunt?" "No, my aunt doesn't have a phone...I'm thinking of getting her one, but..." The guy was starting to worry a bit about her. She was nervous as she could get.
After about an heure of driving, they got to her house. "Here toi go, um...what's your name? Sorry if I have to ask." She shook her head "It's no trouble. My name is Aislinn Williams." He smiled at her. "It was nice to meet you, Aislinn. If toi need anything at all..." he took out a piece of paper and wrote his number and address and handed it to her. "Just call ou come visit, ok?" She nodded. "Thank toi so much for the ride." He shook his head at her. "It's no trouble. But seriously, if toi need anything, just give me a call, ok?"
She nodded and he waved and headed off back to Encino. Aislinn then walked inside the house and her aunt questioned her where she went and everything. "I went to Los Angeles, Aunt Kathy. I swear. Then this guy pulled up and brought me home." She had to question even further. "Do toi know this guy?" she asked. Aislinn shook her head. "No, but his voice was familiar..." They pondered about it for a while...it will remain a mystery until Aislinn actually finds out who that guy was.
I would really be inspired to see less cursing, and plus L.O.V.E. Just lovely words. Inspiring words. I know all of toi are very beautiful and kind people, but I really think the cursing needs to stop. I see we're all human, and all humans have moments of cursing, but it's still called human to it. May we all take a vow to utterly the cursing and wrong words... ? :)
I l’amour Michael and i will always l’amour him.
But I am sad when I see pictures of him when he was child, and I seeing my gallery with pictures of Michael, I see the progression as an artist but also physically, it's impossible don't repair.
When I see their worst times, he doesn't saw when should have stopped.
He was beautiful when he was black,but he was an artist, the best i ever seen.
But there were times when his face seemed so bad,but he did not realized that.
I try always see the black michael , beautiful, in white michael, with all the operations. it's very hard, and impossile. But inside he is the same person, forever.
He suffered so much from his skin disease, some people did not understand at all, he could not avoid.(...)
I l’amour toi anyway.
But I am sad when I see pictures of him when he was child, and I seeing my gallery with pictures of Michael, I see the progression as an artist but also physically, it's impossible don't repair.
When I see their worst times, he doesn't saw when should have stopped.
He was beautiful when he was black,but he was an artist, the best i ever seen.
But there were times when his face seemed so bad,but he did not realized that.
I try always see the black michael , beautiful, in white michael, with all the operations. it's very hard, and impossile. But inside he is the same person, forever.
He suffered so much from his skin disease, some people did not understand at all, he could not avoid.(...)
I l’amour toi anyway.
