Angelica Marisa Jackson was exactly like her beloved father Michael. She was humble. She was shy. She was sweet and cared for others. But most of all, she hated being in the public eye.
And not only did Angelica Jackson act like her father, she also looked exactly like him, especially in his gorgeous bad and dangerous eras. She had beautiful black curls that fell all the way to her back, and framed the front of her face which illuminated her large, marvelous eyes. She was as thin as a broom, but as tall as a skyscraper. She was a lovely teenager.
Unfortunately, Angelica also suffered from the terrible skin disease her father was stricken with in his adulthood: Vitiligo. This left her skin with blotches, which she usually covered up with medication یا cream. But it was still very hard for her to hide it.
Either way Angelica was misunderstood, much like her father
*Hayvenhurst*
Angelica sat in her مالٹا, نارنگی plush chair and pondered. She pondered about herself.
It wasn’t the first time this had happened. Every time she sat in that chair she wondered about her life, her future. She had a family full of talent. They could sing, dance, just about everything آپ can imagine. Meanwhile, she ended up being born talentless. The poor delicate soul couldn’t dance nor could she sing. Plus, she was shy as anything, shyer than her father. She hated being on camera, having everyone watching her, she cringed at the thought. Showbiz was not her forte. She was happy with herself nonetheless.
What really hurt her was the cruelty of some of her family members. Her cousins would always tell her how much of a coward she was. Tease her about how she couldn’t dance. How she could continue the family legacy, but chose not to. Sadly, it wasn’t her choice. It was what God had wanted for her. And God didn’t want her to dance.
Somehow she always found a way to cope with the rudeness. Her cousins and siblings enjoyed filming movies. Most of the time, while they were downstairs filming, Angelica would stay upstairs and write in her diary, sitting in her مالٹا, نارنگی chair, looking out the window. Cameras made her nervous, and she would never set foot inside the filming room, to be yelled at سے طرف کی the people she called her family. Ever since her cousins found out about her “showbiz complex” as they called it, they have taken a funny attitude towards her. And ever since they moved to Hayvenhurst, so have her siblings.
So she usually stayed upstairs alone. Sometimes, she felt like an outcast from her own family. Most of the time she’d call her dad at night while he was touring, and have long conversations with him. Sometimes her grandmother, her sweet, sweet grandmother would talk to her, and sometimes Aunt Janet. When Blanket wasn’t downstairs, he’d come up and hangout with her. But that was it. Everyone else was too preoccupied….
Sometimes she’d sit in a corner and cry, thinking how she wasn’t good enough. But then she would stop, get up, snap out of it all. She would remind herself of her relationship with God, and how much her father loved her. Then she’d sit back down in her chair and wonder, ponder about, life.
And only the series of upcoming events at Hayvenhurst will unveil the truth about her future and shortening tolerance for her family.
And not only did Angelica Jackson act like her father, she also looked exactly like him, especially in his gorgeous bad and dangerous eras. She had beautiful black curls that fell all the way to her back, and framed the front of her face which illuminated her large, marvelous eyes. She was as thin as a broom, but as tall as a skyscraper. She was a lovely teenager.
Unfortunately, Angelica also suffered from the terrible skin disease her father was stricken with in his adulthood: Vitiligo. This left her skin with blotches, which she usually covered up with medication یا cream. But it was still very hard for her to hide it.
Either way Angelica was misunderstood, much like her father
*Hayvenhurst*
Angelica sat in her مالٹا, نارنگی plush chair and pondered. She pondered about herself.
It wasn’t the first time this had happened. Every time she sat in that chair she wondered about her life, her future. She had a family full of talent. They could sing, dance, just about everything آپ can imagine. Meanwhile, she ended up being born talentless. The poor delicate soul couldn’t dance nor could she sing. Plus, she was shy as anything, shyer than her father. She hated being on camera, having everyone watching her, she cringed at the thought. Showbiz was not her forte. She was happy with herself nonetheless.
What really hurt her was the cruelty of some of her family members. Her cousins would always tell her how much of a coward she was. Tease her about how she couldn’t dance. How she could continue the family legacy, but chose not to. Sadly, it wasn’t her choice. It was what God had wanted for her. And God didn’t want her to dance.
Somehow she always found a way to cope with the rudeness. Her cousins and siblings enjoyed filming movies. Most of the time, while they were downstairs filming, Angelica would stay upstairs and write in her diary, sitting in her مالٹا, نارنگی chair, looking out the window. Cameras made her nervous, and she would never set foot inside the filming room, to be yelled at سے طرف کی the people she called her family. Ever since her cousins found out about her “showbiz complex” as they called it, they have taken a funny attitude towards her. And ever since they moved to Hayvenhurst, so have her siblings.
So she usually stayed upstairs alone. Sometimes, she felt like an outcast from her own family. Most of the time she’d call her dad at night while he was touring, and have long conversations with him. Sometimes her grandmother, her sweet, sweet grandmother would talk to her, and sometimes Aunt Janet. When Blanket wasn’t downstairs, he’d come up and hangout with her. But that was it. Everyone else was too preoccupied….
Sometimes she’d sit in a corner and cry, thinking how she wasn’t good enough. But then she would stop, get up, snap out of it all. She would remind herself of her relationship with God, and how much her father loved her. Then she’d sit back down in her chair and wonder, ponder about, life.
And only the series of upcoming events at Hayvenhurst will unveil the truth about her future and shortening tolerance for her family.
آپ know i think Michael really wanted to change the world. آپ can tell because of his songs like man in the mirror,heal the heal world,earth song,black یا white,and they don't care about us. and it is so sad that he pasted and when i looked at the video they don't care about us i really started to cry becuase is was so happy to see all the people that loved him and saw him. i mean he was and still the king of pop. i mean Michael had kids,family, and شائقین and Michael song آپ are not alone in so meaningful atfer his death. :( I LOVE آپ MICHAEL!!!
باس, گھنگھور note, treble, stereo control, how low آپ go
Just enough to make your juices flow
Press play, don't stop, rotate, too hot
آپ feel I'm real
I'm everything آپ need, so tell me what's the deal
Chorus
2000 Watts, 8 ohms, 200 volts, real strong
Too much of that, fuse blown
Be careful what آپ say don't overload
2000 Watts, 8 ohms, 200 volts, real strong
Too much of that, fuse blown
Be careful what آپ say don't overload
3D, high speed, feedback, Dolby
Release two یا three, when I reach I can go 'till I hit my peak
Compact steelo, chico, D-Lo, highpost lady
Shorty really wanna be there for me
Chorus
2000 Watts, 8 ohms, 200 volts, real strong
Too much of that, fuse blown
Be careful what آپ say don't overload
2000 Watts, 8 ohms, 200 volts, real strong
Too much of that, fuse blown
Just enough to make your juices flow
Press play, don't stop, rotate, too hot
آپ feel I'm real
I'm everything آپ need, so tell me what's the deal
Chorus
2000 Watts, 8 ohms, 200 volts, real strong
Too much of that, fuse blown
Be careful what آپ say don't overload
2000 Watts, 8 ohms, 200 volts, real strong
Too much of that, fuse blown
Be careful what آپ say don't overload
3D, high speed, feedback, Dolby
Release two یا three, when I reach I can go 'till I hit my peak
Compact steelo, chico, D-Lo, highpost lady
Shorty really wanna be there for me
Chorus
2000 Watts, 8 ohms, 200 volts, real strong
Too much of that, fuse blown
Be careful what آپ say don't overload
2000 Watts, 8 ohms, 200 volts, real strong
Too much of that, fuse blown
There were no albums bigger than Thriller and Bad, and Jackson seemed to be just entering his prime as an artist.
In hindsight, considering the astonishing heights he hit in the 1980s, maybe there was nowhere to go but down. On سب, سب سے اوپر of the world profeessionally, his persional affairs increasingly came under the microscope and seemed to gradually bleed the life and vibrancy out of the mercurial artist.
The new decade sarted off with Jackson in the studio, recording his new album, Dangerous. Jackson had recently signed a 15-years, six-record deal with sony, and if the singer was able to deliver sales numbers comparable to what he گیا کیا پوسٹ in the 1980s, the deal was estimated to have an earing power of up to $1 billion.
Dangerous got off to a great start-it debuted at number one and quickly outpaced the sales of Bad.
There comes a time when we heed a certain call
When the world must come together as one
There are people dying
And it's time to lend a hand to life
The greatest gift of all
We can't go on pretending دن سے طرف کی day
That someone, somewhere will soon make a change
We are all a part of God's great big family
And the truth, آپ know,
Love is all we need
We are the world, we are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So let's start giving
There's a choice we're making
We're saving our own lives
It's true we'll make a better day
Just آپ and me
Send them your دل so they'll know that someone cares
And their lives will be stronger and free
As God has shown us سے طرف کی turning stones to bread
So we all must lend a helping hand
When you're down and out, there seems no hope at all
But if آپ just believe there's no way we can fall
Let us realize that a change can only come
When we stand together as one
When the world must come together as one
There are people dying
And it's time to lend a hand to life
The greatest gift of all
We can't go on pretending دن سے طرف کی day
That someone, somewhere will soon make a change
We are all a part of God's great big family
And the truth, آپ know,
Love is all we need
We are the world, we are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So let's start giving
There's a choice we're making
We're saving our own lives
It's true we'll make a better day
Just آپ and me
Send them your دل so they'll know that someone cares
And their lives will be stronger and free
As God has shown us سے طرف کی turning stones to bread
So we all must lend a helping hand
When you're down and out, there seems no hope at all
But if آپ just believe there's no way we can fall
Let us realize that a change can only come
When we stand together as one
Girlfriend
I'm gonna tell your boyfriend (yeah)
Tell him (woo hoo)
Exactly what we're doin' (yeah)
Tell him what آپ do to me
Late at night when the wind is free
Girlfriend
I'm gonna دکھائیں your boyfriend (yeah)
دکھائیں him (woo hoo)
The letters I've been savin' (yeah)
دکھائیں him how آپ feel inside
An' how love could not be denied (oh no)
We're gonna have to tell him
You'll only be a girlfriend of mine
Do-doot-do, etc.
Girlfriend
آپ better tell your boyfriend (yeah)
Tell him (woo hoo)
Exactly what we're doin' (yeah)
Tell him what he needs to know
یا he may never let آپ go
Yeah we're gonna have to tell him
You'll only be a girlfriend of mine
Do-doot-do ...... ad lib to fade
I'm gonna tell your boyfriend (yeah)
Tell him (woo hoo)
Exactly what we're doin' (yeah)
Tell him what آپ do to me
Late at night when the wind is free
Girlfriend
I'm gonna دکھائیں your boyfriend (yeah)
دکھائیں him (woo hoo)
The letters I've been savin' (yeah)
دکھائیں him how آپ feel inside
An' how love could not be denied (oh no)
We're gonna have to tell him
You'll only be a girlfriend of mine
Do-doot-do, etc.
Girlfriend
آپ better tell your boyfriend (yeah)
Tell him (woo hoo)
Exactly what we're doin' (yeah)
Tell him what he needs to know
یا he may never let آپ go
Yeah we're gonna have to tell him
You'll only be a girlfriend of mine
Do-doot-do ...... ad lib to fade
All آپ gotta do is just walk away and pass me سے طرف کی
Don't acknowledge my smile when I try to say hello to you, yeah
And all آپ gotta do is not answer my calls when
I'm trying to get through
To keep me wondering why, when all I can do is sigh
I just wanna touch آپ
Chorus
I just wanna touch and kiss
And I wish that I could be with آپ tonight
آپ give me butterflies inside, inside and I
All I gotta say is that I must be dreaming, can't be real
You're not here with me, still I can feel آپ near me
I caress you, let آپ taste us, just so blissful listen
I would give آپ anything baby, just make my dreams come true
Oh baby آپ give me butterflies
Chorus x 2
If آپ would take my hand, baby I would دکھائیں آپ
Guide آپ to the light babe
If آپ would be my love, baby I will love you, love آپ
'Till the end of time
Chorus x 3
Don't acknowledge my smile when I try to say hello to you, yeah
And all آپ gotta do is not answer my calls when
I'm trying to get through
To keep me wondering why, when all I can do is sigh
I just wanna touch آپ
Chorus
I just wanna touch and kiss
And I wish that I could be with آپ tonight
آپ give me butterflies inside, inside and I
All I gotta say is that I must be dreaming, can't be real
You're not here with me, still I can feel آپ near me
I caress you, let آپ taste us, just so blissful listen
I would give آپ anything baby, just make my dreams come true
Oh baby آپ give me butterflies
Chorus x 2
If آپ would take my hand, baby I would دکھائیں آپ
Guide آپ to the light babe
If آپ would be my love, baby I will love you, love آپ
'Till the end of time
Chorus x 3