A little over half a century ago, the angels, just as they always do, were playing with starlight. When anges play with starlight, it turns into a pure or stone that shines all of the colours of the rainbow. Once, and only once, an Angel dropped some golden starlight and it fell onto Earth. The precious stone formed into the shape of a human boy who had magical eyes and a smile that made your cœur, coeur melt. He danced and sang for us and we laughed with joy. As he aged into a man he grew even plus beautiful and continued to bring us light and happiness. Like wine, his musique grew sweeter as time went by. He knew that to make us smile the most all he had to do was to walk on the moon. He lived on Earth but he was the only man who knew how to climb up to the moon and dance on it because he was the only man who was made of starlight. He felt guilty every time he climbed down again so he spent most of his life up there. He knew if he did that he could make us happy. He danced so much his feet began to get tired and he sang so much his lungs began to hurt. The precious stone he was made of began to shine through his skin and people mocked and jaded him because he was different. The world started to feel threatened par its precious man of pure or and tried to break him. Although his body didn’t break, his cœur, coeur slowly did. He kept smiling but inside he was tired because his broken cœur, coeur ached every time it beat. Six years il y a he took a deep breath and promised us that he would dance and sing for us one last time. He climbed up into the skies to reach the moon but his broken cœur, coeur of or exploded and he turned into a thousand stars. He twinkles there still, our precious man of gold, and if toi look carefully, toi can see his soul dancing around in the moonlight. If toi listen on a quiet night, toi can hear a far off joyous song, so beautiful if it were any louder it could break your cœur, coeur too. Michael Jackson is chant far up above us, and although he is gone from our Earth, his starlight will bring us happiness forever. Rest in peace my darling. My soul is dancing with yours but my cœur, coeur will never stop missing you.
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.