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 Behind The Scenes In The Making Of "Bad"
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He was disguised as a normal pop stella, star but really he was a angel. Just think about it: He cares so much about other people, he loved kids, he always wanted to make us happy, he visited hospitals, he wanted to heal the world, he has the most angelic voice ever, and tones of other things in an Angel that te can think of. And just think about the song "You Are Not Alone" and think about the video. Did te see how beautiful he looked? I don't know about te guys but to me, I think he just wanted to reveal his true his angelic side of him to us. And te do know that the name "Michael" is actually...
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Setting: Michael is in a store when a man and his wife aproach him.

Man: You!
Michael: Me?
Man: Yeah you! ive heard some things about you!. (Man says rudely)
Michael: Oh really? (Michael is clearly unfazed).
Man: Yeah i heard te like to sleep in a hyperberic chamber and te are a kid stuck in a mans body and that you're weird.
Michael: Well if im so weird then why do all these women including te wife wanna sleep with me?"
Man: Please my wife would never sleep with you.
Man's Wife: (who's staring at michael in a daze) Oh i would Amore to sleep with you. (licks her lips.
Man: Honey!
Michael: See told te so.

Scene.
"Now......let's have some fun!!!!!" yelled Michael. Everyone started going crazy and ran to the dance floor when we all heard Michael's "Thriller" begin. We would all be jumping around when the versus's were being played and then get in lines and do the dance to each chorus. I watched as Michael danced and he still got them nice Thriller hips! It was a little hard for me to dance with this gonna so I detto to Michael,"Give me the mic and follow me"



He gave me the microphone and follwed me in front of everyone. The song was still going and I said,"Hey guys! Watch this thrilling trick!" Michael...
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Chapter 8

January 7, 2001,

Grace came back today and dad was so relieved. Don't get me wrong; dad loves being with us da himself but; I think sometimes he gets a little bit overwhelmed. It's almost been a mese and a half since dad has had any help with us and he really needs to focus on finishing the "invincible" album because it's supposed to be released in October of this anno and he still needs to write one più song.

He's been too busy, Leggere books, dealing with disciplining us, making sure we get out of the house without getting attacked da fan o paparazzi, and helping me with my school...
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Michael and Frank arrived back at the hotel suite at eight p.m. Michael slumpled down onto the divano with a thud, and Frank crashed onto the nearest arm chair. They both sat there for a few moments trying to relax but unfortunately Michael's brain was still running full speed because of the day. Michael knew what that meant, no sleep for him again tonight. Frank looked over at Michael with his eyes wide open. "How can te not be tired after today? I'm tired and I didn't even do anything." Frank chuckled. "My brain won't slow down again," Michael detto sighing. "Sorry Mike." Frank detto because...
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Setting: Michael and his girlfriend(now fiance) Diane have just had their first child. Michael is onset of "Smooth Criminals" with his friend Alicia when a fellow dancer walks up to them.

Dancer: ciao Jackson! i need to have a word with you
Alicia: Who the hell te callin Mr. Jackson? He's your boss, its not the other way around.
Michael: Alicia cool it, turns his attention to the fellow dancer. What do te want?
Dancer: So whats this i hear te had a baby with that so called whore of yours?
Alicia takes out her phone and begins filming whats going on
Michael:gets right in the dancers face Yea we...
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"Maris, stop I'm trying to concentrate on my driving", Michael, as he was keeping his eyes on the road and the other drivers. "I'm sorry", Maris replied, while looking at him. "I've made special plans to be with te this afternoon, Maris, and lunch at Martini's is just the tip of the iceberg," Michael replied, "this our chance to be alone, and I've informed my secretary to take any messages from the calls I receive, and I would get back to them". "What about your employees," Maris asked, "don't worry, I've got that covered when you're the CEO of Fortune 500 company such as MJJ Productions,...
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Chapter 3,



March 16, 1996,



I turned two years old yesterday and dad is having a hard time with my temper tantrums. He loves me to death; I just don’t think he knows what to do with me half the time! Grace is getting più and più frustrated with every giorno that goes by. I have no doubt in my mind that he loves me but sometimes I wonder if I’m not what he bargained for!



There was a knock at the front door and a blonde haired woman that I did not recognize walked through the door. I had this strange feeling that I knew she was but, I couldn’t put a name to her face. Dad plopped me down on...
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 my 1st birthday cake
my 1st birthday cake
Chapter two

March 15 1995,

Dad came into my room and detto “happy birthday baby!!!” Today I turn a anno old. He took me to the living room and there was new toys scattered all over the place. He detto “I got te a bubble machine!!!” Nanny Grace turned it on and started to pop all of the bubbles. He detto “I knew te would Amore that!!!”

Then I noticed there was a cake on the coffee tavolo and stood up so I could reach it. Nanny Grace detto “I have a feeling she will be walking any giorno now!!!” Dad cut me a slice of cake and detto “yeah; don’t remind me!!!” While I was eating he snapped...
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Michael awoke the successivo morning extremely tired and still very shaken up. Michael walked into the bathroom and took a nice long warm shower. After getting out he got dressed, when he was dressed he began to pace around the house nervously. He felt he needed to go somewhere. As he paced about, something in his head told him to head outside and take a walk. Michael thought why not, maybe he could use a little fresh air. Michael grabbed his cappotto and headed outside.

As michael walked down the path of old oak trees covered in spanish moss, he felt like someone was following him. Michael turned...
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I walked into the bathroom to find Michael laying in the tub, doccia still running, curtain rip down, and Michael cradling his right forearm. "Ugh! Taylor, help me! AAH!" he yelled. "Michael! What happened?" I tried my best to get him out without hurting him as I asked him what went on. "I was going to turn the doccia off but I slipped and tried to-OW!-use the curtain but it ripped and I think I broke my forearm! OW! FUCK!!!!" As I got him into the room and on our bed, I grabbed clothes and tried to get them on him without hurting him. "LILLIAN! GET THE CAR READY! MICHAEL'S HURT! I NEED YOU...
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"I've missed te so much, Michael. I'll never leave again" I carressed the side of his face as he looked deep into my eyes. I never got tired of him looking at me that way. He leaned in closer to whisper into my ear and detto "And I don't plan on ever letting te go again." As he whispered in my ear, I closed my eyes because of the feeling of his warm breath blowing on my skin. I grinned and turned to look at him. Just as I saw him, Michael kissed me hard again and never let me down. I knew what he wanted and he was craving it. Michael wants the same thing I now want. I finally broke free from...
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I woke up, still laying with Michael. He was sound asleep. I think he got hot within the night because his curls that were always in front of his forehead were sticking and sweat was running down his face. I looked over at his alarm clock that sat on his nightstand. 8:30. Me and Michael didn't have to wake up for another half hour. Michael and I have to go for rehearsal today for the 'Victory Tour' with his brothers. I looked back at Michael to see he was still fast asleep. I grabbed a tissue and lightly dabbed his forehead and sides of his face. As I wiped the sweat away from him, I started...
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