It was the سال 1988, the سال I turned 18 and found out Michael Jackson came back to California from his Bad World Tour. I've always wanted to meet him, but my family, well, mainly my brothers, won't let me meet him. I wasn't a happy camper until I had met Michael Jackson.
I was sitting in my room with Kelly, the little girl I was babysitting. She and I were like sisters. We were jamming out to Michael's Thriller album, until we heard a horn honking.
"That must be my mom. I better get going." Kelly said.
"Alright. I'll walk آپ to her car." I told her.
Kelly got her things together and we walked down the stairs and to her mom's car. She got in and her mom handed me $50.
"Thank آپ for watching her, Rebecca." She said.
"It was no trouble at all, ma'am."
Kelly waved goodbye and I waved back as they drove off. I went back inside quickly because it had started to rain. I grabbed my sketchbook and started drawing. After a few minutes, my brother Eric came in after he got off school. He was wet, but not soaking wet...and he stank. I could tell he was practicing for basketball.
"Hey sis, what are آپ doing?" He asked.
"None of your concern..."
He was gonna argue, but he let it go and went to his room. I looked at my picture and realized that I had drawn Michael without a شرٹ, قمیض on. I quickly drew a شرٹ, قمیض on him before anyone could see it. After I drew the shirt, I was about to close my sketchbook...until Ricky, my other brother, snatched it from me.
"Hey! Give that back! It's personal!!" I shouted, trying to grab it back from him.
He held it over his head and chuckled when I tried to get it سے طرف کی jumping. He loved torturing me and he always teased me about my drawings. He looked at the picture I had drawn and sighed and tossed my sketchbook out the door and into the rain.
"No!! My sketchbook!!"
I ran outside and grabbed it and went back inside.
"You need to quit drawing Michael Jackson. He's not the same." Ricky told me.
I muttered, "I don't care...he's still the same to me..."
I then went up to my room and closed my door, wanting my privacy. I couldn't stand the fact that my brothers were preventing me from dreaming of meeting him. I put my sketchbook up and changed out of my clothes and into my pajamas. When dinnertime came around, I wasn't even hungry...until I had been smelling fried chicken and knew that it was from KFC. I rushed downstairs, got a couple pieces of fried chicken and ran back to my room. I turned my موسیقی on and the first song that played was one of my favorites...Smooth Criminal. I ate my 2 pieces of chicken, threw away the bones and jumped into bed, listening to my موسیقی and eventually falling asleep, dreaming once again about meeting Michael Jackson.
I was sitting in my room with Kelly, the little girl I was babysitting. She and I were like sisters. We were jamming out to Michael's Thriller album, until we heard a horn honking.
"That must be my mom. I better get going." Kelly said.
"Alright. I'll walk آپ to her car." I told her.
Kelly got her things together and we walked down the stairs and to her mom's car. She got in and her mom handed me $50.
"Thank آپ for watching her, Rebecca." She said.
"It was no trouble at all, ma'am."
Kelly waved goodbye and I waved back as they drove off. I went back inside quickly because it had started to rain. I grabbed my sketchbook and started drawing. After a few minutes, my brother Eric came in after he got off school. He was wet, but not soaking wet...and he stank. I could tell he was practicing for basketball.
"Hey sis, what are آپ doing?" He asked.
"None of your concern..."
He was gonna argue, but he let it go and went to his room. I looked at my picture and realized that I had drawn Michael without a شرٹ, قمیض on. I quickly drew a شرٹ, قمیض on him before anyone could see it. After I drew the shirt, I was about to close my sketchbook...until Ricky, my other brother, snatched it from me.
"Hey! Give that back! It's personal!!" I shouted, trying to grab it back from him.
He held it over his head and chuckled when I tried to get it سے طرف کی jumping. He loved torturing me and he always teased me about my drawings. He looked at the picture I had drawn and sighed and tossed my sketchbook out the door and into the rain.
"No!! My sketchbook!!"
I ran outside and grabbed it and went back inside.
"You need to quit drawing Michael Jackson. He's not the same." Ricky told me.
I muttered, "I don't care...he's still the same to me..."
I then went up to my room and closed my door, wanting my privacy. I couldn't stand the fact that my brothers were preventing me from dreaming of meeting him. I put my sketchbook up and changed out of my clothes and into my pajamas. When dinnertime came around, I wasn't even hungry...until I had been smelling fried chicken and knew that it was from KFC. I rushed downstairs, got a couple pieces of fried chicken and ran back to my room. I turned my موسیقی on and the first song that played was one of my favorites...Smooth Criminal. I ate my 2 pieces of chicken, threw away the bones and jumped into bed, listening to my موسیقی and eventually falling asleep, dreaming once again about meeting Michael Jackson.
i know I Can’t Help It, but I Just Can’t Stop Loving You. I Wanna Be Where آپ Are, King of Pop… Heaven Can Wait – I Want آپ Back and If ‘N I Was God i’d make آپ Invincible! Maybe Tomorrow this Heartbreaker will be over and we can be Happy you’ll still be around to Heal the World. but if it’s It’s Too Late to Change the Time and آپ Fly Away with the Ghosts and I’ll Be There to Keep the Faith. Is It Scary? hell yes… In Our Small Way your شائقین Lonely Teardrops mean we can Never Can Say Goodbye.
H کنسرٹ was an idea of his brother Michael, Jermaine. The artists participating in the کنسرٹ in London were not announced.
After all great picks آپ made we came to a conclusion:
Bad will face Number Ones,while Thriller faces HIStory.Now the game is on,pick your پسندیدہ and let's see who wins.Again,be careful for what آپ pick.After 13 days these picks expire and winners face at the end.Who is gonna face who?
Bad and Thriller? یا HIStory and Number Ones?
Pick as your دل says,don't be ashamed.If آپ like Number Ones pick it,no one is gonna know.OH,almost forgot count the موسیقی ویڈیوز in too since it's part of an album.
And now,it's time to pick,START PICKING.
Good luck.
آپ were there
Before we came
آپ took the hurt
آپ took the shame
They built the walls
To block your way
آپ beat them down
آپ won the day
It wasn't right
It wasn't fair
آپ taught them all
آپ made them care
Yes, آپ were there
And thanks to you
There's now a door
We all walk through
And we are here
For all to see
To be the best
That we can be
Yes, I am here
'Cause آپ were there
And we are here
For all to see
To be the best
That we can be
Yes, I am here
'Cause آپ were there
And we are here
For all to see
To be the best
That we can be
Yes, I am here
'Cause آپ were there
Before we came
آپ took the hurt
آپ took the shame
They built the walls
To block your way
آپ beat them down
آپ won the day
It wasn't right
It wasn't fair
آپ taught them all
آپ made them care
Yes, آپ were there
And thanks to you
There's now a door
We all walk through
And we are here
For all to see
To be the best
That we can be
Yes, I am here
'Cause آپ were there
And we are here
For all to see
To be the best
That we can be
Yes, I am here
'Cause آپ were there
And we are here
For all to see
To be the best
That we can be
Yes, I am here
'Cause آپ were there
Ben, the two of us need look no مزید
We both found what we were looking for
With a friend to call my own
I'll never be alone
And آپ my friend will see
And you've got a friend in me
(You've got a friend in me)
Ben, you're always running here and there
(Here and there)
آپ feel you're not wanted anywhere
(Anywhere)
If آپ ever look behind
And don't like what آپ find
There's something آپ should know
You've got a place to go
(You've got a place to go)
I used to say 'I' and 'me'
Now it's 'us' now it's 'we'
(I used to say 'I' and 'me')
(Now it's 'us' now it's 'we')
Ben, most people would turn آپ away
I don't listen to a word they say
They don't see آپ as I do
I wish they would try to
I'm sure they'd think again
If they had a friend like Ben
(A friend)
Like Ben
(Like Ben)
Like Ben
We both found what we were looking for
With a friend to call my own
I'll never be alone
And آپ my friend will see
And you've got a friend in me
(You've got a friend in me)
Ben, you're always running here and there
(Here and there)
آپ feel you're not wanted anywhere
(Anywhere)
If آپ ever look behind
And don't like what آپ find
There's something آپ should know
You've got a place to go
(You've got a place to go)
I used to say 'I' and 'me'
Now it's 'us' now it's 'we'
(I used to say 'I' and 'me')
(Now it's 'us' now it's 'we')
Ben, most people would turn آپ away
I don't listen to a word they say
They don't see آپ as I do
I wish they would try to
I'm sure they'd think again
If they had a friend like Ben
(A friend)
Like Ben
(Like Ben)
Like Ben
Sung to our hearts
Removed evil from our worlds with your sweet loving nature.
But behind your smile was both happiness and pain.
آپ carried the pain,
While we, oblivious, چرا لیا, چوری کی the happiness.
A کرن, رے of sunshine and in a class of your own.
This world ever trying to destroy your light, not worthy of any part of your life.
Yet آپ never saw it that way and gave us everything till nothing was left.
How could we have placed hatred on someone completely incapable of it.
In heaven now, آپ have been set free to live eternally where آپ belong. No pain will reach آپ up there, of that I’m sure.
آپ entered this world loved, left loved, and forever will be loved - what happened in between is unforgivable on our part but I pray that ہوم at last it can be dealt with.
- آپ کہا آپ saw the face of God in children, we saw it in you.
R.I.P Michael.
king of pop.
x
god bless آپ and your memeories will be in your heart
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god bless his family and fans
we will misss him a lot
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god bless his family and fans
we will misss him a lot
from sanjay. ....................................
god bless him iwyth his voice....................
we will miss آپ a lot .............................
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