My History Starts when i was 4 years old and my parents were whatching tv and then appears Thriller on Tv.
I was really scared but i really loved the song.
Then when i was 5 years old my aunt gave me a MJ cd with all his musique vidéos (i specially fell in l’amour with the "Bad" musique video, i think he looks so sexy in it) I was obssesed with that cd, i even used to listen it every day.
Then i forgot Michael's musique for years.
But now i am a huge fan of his music, im in l’amour with him.
I feel embarrassed to say to my Friends that i l’amour MJ so its a secret. Well thats all
PS: sorry for my english but my original language its spanish
I was really scared but i really loved the song.
Then when i was 5 years old my aunt gave me a MJ cd with all his musique vidéos (i specially fell in l’amour with the "Bad" musique video, i think he looks so sexy in it) I was obssesed with that cd, i even used to listen it every day.
Then i forgot Michael's musique for years.
But now i am a huge fan of his music, im in l’amour with him.
I feel embarrassed to say to my Friends that i l’amour MJ so its a secret. Well thats all
PS: sorry for my english but my original language its spanish
I wish I could express just how strong my l’amour for Michael Jackson is. He was such an amazing man and I wish I could've at least hugged him back when he was still alive, but I was too busy dealing with my rough early childhood. He makes me feel like I'm not alone though. I can't explain just how much him and his musique help me. I want to be like him in so many ways. He was always such a beautiful man and a little boy at heart, keeping this sense of innocence and this imagination that most lose. I promise I'll never lose any of that either. I couldn't if I wanted to. It's such a part of me. Sharing it with Michael makes me so happy and knowing he would've loved me too makes me feel even better. He was very misunderstood and so am I. I wish he'd felt less alone and had plus who could see into his soul with love. I l’amour him in all the ways possible and I respect and look up to him so damned much. I can't say it better than that. I l’amour you, Michael.
Fancy's P.O.V.
At last, I was at home, where I belonged. My mother was supposed to come accueil today, but she called and a dit that her trip was postponed and she had to stay in New York City until suivant Tuesday. She a dit she'd hated that she couldn't see us, it had been at least a year, though she still loved us. Being with my aunt isn't really exciting, she ignores us until there's a big modeling cabriolet, gig we have to do. I was scrunched up on the couch, under my fluffy blue blanket, watching the Brady Bunch. Felicity was on a rendez-vous amoureux, date with her new boyfriend, and my aunt was out shopping with her girly snobby friends, so I was alone. Nothing special about today, just glad to be at home.
* I might end this story, because of lack of ideas, I'll pull through. I also might take a longer time to update since I'm starting school soon. *
At last, I was at home, where I belonged. My mother was supposed to come accueil today, but she called and a dit that her trip was postponed and she had to stay in New York City until suivant Tuesday. She a dit she'd hated that she couldn't see us, it had been at least a year, though she still loved us. Being with my aunt isn't really exciting, she ignores us until there's a big modeling cabriolet, gig we have to do. I was scrunched up on the couch, under my fluffy blue blanket, watching the Brady Bunch. Felicity was on a rendez-vous amoureux, date with her new boyfriend, and my aunt was out shopping with her girly snobby friends, so I was alone. Nothing special about today, just glad to be at home.
* I might end this story, because of lack of ideas, I'll pull through. I also might take a longer time to update since I'm starting school soon. *
