"So why did you go to rock music?" Michael asked. I could tell he didn't want any silence. "I wanted to do rock música because I was so upset about the fact I was seperated from you and your family that I had to get my anger and pain and sorrow out somehow. I thought the only thing for me was to do what I do best. Make music. I guess my pain, sorrow and anger ended up being awesome rock música other than sad pop music." "Ah. I see. Well, now you don't have to do that anymore. We are together again! Right?" Michael looked at me with a face of hope. I'm guessing he wanted me to stop being evanescence and just go back to who I was.
"Michael, I can't just stop being Evanescence. If I'm going to stop, I have to do it properly. That takes time. Especially for me so I know how to tell my fans." I didn't want to say that to Michael because I knew that's not what he wanted to hear. "Mr. Jackson, we're here." said the driver. "Thank you, Jack. That'll be all for the night. Come on. I wanna show you my home." Michael was giving me his hand and pulled me out of the car as if we were about to walk the red carpet together.
Oh my, God! His início is huge! And this is just the outside? I wonder what it's like inside. His início looked like it was at least 6 stories high! And it reminded me of the little building at the Magic Kingdom in DisneyWorld. "I call it 'Never-Land Ranch'. I named it after the island in 'Peter Pan' since that is my favorito disney movie." "Michael, your início is beautiful. I can't even imagine what it looks like inside." I was staring at the front of his house in awe. Michael grabbed my hand and said,"Well then. What are we waiting for?" As Michael started to pull on my arm, I realized I never called mt driver to tell him where I was. "Wait. I need to call my driver. I'll tell him to come here in two hours. Is that okay?" "Perfect." Michael said with that smile he always has.
An hora and a half later
"There is one mais place I didn't show you." I couldn't think of where he could be talking about. "Where?" "Come on. I'll show you my room." Michael and I walked up the spiral stairs and went down one of the hallways. Michael this time acted different. This time, he covered my eyes with his hands. "Now just keep your eyes closed and trust me." As we kept walking with Michael right behind me keeping my eyes covered, I heard a door being opened and one of my eyes uncovered. "Just a few mais feet." Michael whispered. As I felt him let go, he put his head right seguinte to mine and whispered closly in my ear,"Open."
I was in complete awe on how breathtakingly amazing Michael's room was. I couldn't even say anything, I was so amazed. "Michael, your room is. . . .I can't even speak. I amor your room! It's amazing." "Thank you, Taylor. You like silk, right?" I was confused on why he asked me that. "Yeah. I amor silk. I amor how it feels. It's so. . . silky." We shared a laugh together and Michael went over to his bed. "Then you will amor my blood red sheets." I went over to his cama to see he had blodd reed sheets. I was thinking to myself 'Man. He's got it all. Now I know what the outcome is of giving him the King of Pop title.
While looking around at his room, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I walked up to Michael as I was leitura the text message from my limo driver. "I'm here. Whenever you are ready, Ms. Ward." my driver texted. Michael looked at me with sadness. "Do you have to go?" "Yeah. I'm sorry. I had a lot of fun tonight. Thank you for the tour." "You're welcome." As we wrapped our arms around each other, we gave each other the strongest hug we could give. Michael didn't wanted me to leave. "I'm gunna miss you. When will I see you again?" Michael asked. "Soon, Michael. I promise. Very soon." As we released each other's grip, we looked at each other for one last time for the night. Without even thinking, I noticed that we were leaning into each other slowly and Michael wasn't looking into my eyes anymore. He was staring at my lips.
To be continued. . .
"Michael, I can't just stop being Evanescence. If I'm going to stop, I have to do it properly. That takes time. Especially for me so I know how to tell my fans." I didn't want to say that to Michael because I knew that's not what he wanted to hear. "Mr. Jackson, we're here." said the driver. "Thank you, Jack. That'll be all for the night. Come on. I wanna show you my home." Michael was giving me his hand and pulled me out of the car as if we were about to walk the red carpet together.
Oh my, God! His início is huge! And this is just the outside? I wonder what it's like inside. His início looked like it was at least 6 stories high! And it reminded me of the little building at the Magic Kingdom in DisneyWorld. "I call it 'Never-Land Ranch'. I named it after the island in 'Peter Pan' since that is my favorito disney movie." "Michael, your início is beautiful. I can't even imagine what it looks like inside." I was staring at the front of his house in awe. Michael grabbed my hand and said,"Well then. What are we waiting for?" As Michael started to pull on my arm, I realized I never called mt driver to tell him where I was. "Wait. I need to call my driver. I'll tell him to come here in two hours. Is that okay?" "Perfect." Michael said with that smile he always has.
An hora and a half later
"There is one mais place I didn't show you." I couldn't think of where he could be talking about. "Where?" "Come on. I'll show you my room." Michael and I walked up the spiral stairs and went down one of the hallways. Michael this time acted different. This time, he covered my eyes with his hands. "Now just keep your eyes closed and trust me." As we kept walking with Michael right behind me keeping my eyes covered, I heard a door being opened and one of my eyes uncovered. "Just a few mais feet." Michael whispered. As I felt him let go, he put his head right seguinte to mine and whispered closly in my ear,"Open."
I was in complete awe on how breathtakingly amazing Michael's room was. I couldn't even say anything, I was so amazed. "Michael, your room is. . . .I can't even speak. I amor your room! It's amazing." "Thank you, Taylor. You like silk, right?" I was confused on why he asked me that. "Yeah. I amor silk. I amor how it feels. It's so. . . silky." We shared a laugh together and Michael went over to his bed. "Then you will amor my blood red sheets." I went over to his cama to see he had blodd reed sheets. I was thinking to myself 'Man. He's got it all. Now I know what the outcome is of giving him the King of Pop title.
While looking around at his room, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I walked up to Michael as I was leitura the text message from my limo driver. "I'm here. Whenever you are ready, Ms. Ward." my driver texted. Michael looked at me with sadness. "Do you have to go?" "Yeah. I'm sorry. I had a lot of fun tonight. Thank you for the tour." "You're welcome." As we wrapped our arms around each other, we gave each other the strongest hug we could give. Michael didn't wanted me to leave. "I'm gunna miss you. When will I see you again?" Michael asked. "Soon, Michael. I promise. Very soon." As we released each other's grip, we looked at each other for one last time for the night. Without even thinking, I noticed that we were leaning into each other slowly and Michael wasn't looking into my eyes anymore. He was staring at my lips.
To be continued. . .
Michael Jackson's personal chef Kai Chase just testified -- claiming a frantic Dr. Conrad Murray begged her for help the dia MJ died, ten minutos before anyone called 911.
According to Chase, she was in the cozinha preparing lunch for Michael and his kids -- and between 12:05 and 12:10PM, Murray ran downstairs, yelling for her to "get Prince, get help, get security."
Chase claimed she sent Prince to Dr. Murray and returned to work.
Chase admitted she didn't contact security -- a point highlighted por defense attorney J. Michael Flanagan.
Yesterday, MJ's personal assistant Michael Amir Williams testified ... Murray called him at 12:13 PM, and Williams immediately phoned security. MJ's security guard Alberto Alvarez eventually called 911 at 12:21 -- between 11 and 16 minutos after Murray allegedly asked Chase for help.
While Chase was leaving court today, we asked if she thought her testimony was helpful -- she responded, "Absolutely."
According to Chase, she was in the cozinha preparing lunch for Michael and his kids -- and between 12:05 and 12:10PM, Murray ran downstairs, yelling for her to "get Prince, get help, get security."
Chase claimed she sent Prince to Dr. Murray and returned to work.
Chase admitted she didn't contact security -- a point highlighted por defense attorney J. Michael Flanagan.
Yesterday, MJ's personal assistant Michael Amir Williams testified ... Murray called him at 12:13 PM, and Williams immediately phoned security. MJ's security guard Alberto Alvarez eventually called 911 at 12:21 -- between 11 and 16 minutos after Murray allegedly asked Chase for help.
While Chase was leaving court today, we asked if she thought her testimony was helpful -- she responded, "Absolutely."
The Michael Jackson estate is tired of waiting for Lloyd's of Londres to pay out on the $17.5 million "This Is it" insurance policy -- so they're going after Lloyd's in court ... demanding they pay up, stat.
Lloyd's of Londres originally issued the policy to cover potential losses for MJ's 2009 "This Is It" concerts -- but earlier this year, the company asked an L.A. court to declare the policy null and void ... claiming MJ lied about his medical history and drug addiction.
Lloyd's insists the policy "was restricted to losses resulting from accident only" -- pointing out Michael's official cause of death was "homicide."
But the estate is now on the offensive -- filing a cross-complaint, claiming MJ never intended to die, whether por homicide or not, so his death still qualifies as an accident.
But the estate isn't just settling for the original $17.5 million -- they also want punitive damages. FYI, suing for punitive damages often scares the crap out of insurance companies.
Lloyd's of Londres originally issued the policy to cover potential losses for MJ's 2009 "This Is It" concerts -- but earlier this year, the company asked an L.A. court to declare the policy null and void ... claiming MJ lied about his medical history and drug addiction.
Lloyd's insists the policy "was restricted to losses resulting from accident only" -- pointing out Michael's official cause of death was "homicide."
But the estate is now on the offensive -- filing a cross-complaint, claiming MJ never intended to die, whether por homicide or not, so his death still qualifies as an accident.
But the estate isn't just settling for the original $17.5 million -- they also want punitive damages. FYI, suing for punitive damages often scares the crap out of insurance companies.
Sources directly connected to Dr. Conrad Murray tell TMZ ... the Doc will not accept any plea bargain from the L.A. County District Attorney in the Michael Jackson manslaughter case.
We're told Dr. Murray feels so strongly about his innocence, even a plea with no jail time would be out of the question.
Fact is ... Dr. Murray shouldn't hold his breath, because no plea bargain has been offered and sources tell us the D.A. will not offer one.
As for Murray's defense ... we're told the centerpiece revolves around the fact that only two people were in the room around the time MJ died, and Murray insists he did not administer the fatal dose of Propofol.
The operating theory of Murray's lawyers -- when the Doc left to go to the bathroom, a frustrated MJ woke up and administered the fatal dose himself in a desperate attempt to get some sleep.
We're told Dr. Murray feels so strongly about his innocence, even a plea with no jail time would be out of the question.
Fact is ... Dr. Murray shouldn't hold his breath, because no plea bargain has been offered and sources tell us the D.A. will not offer one.
As for Murray's defense ... we're told the centerpiece revolves around the fact that only two people were in the room around the time MJ died, and Murray insists he did not administer the fatal dose of Propofol.
The operating theory of Murray's lawyers -- when the Doc left to go to the bathroom, a frustrated MJ woke up and administered the fatal dose himself in a desperate attempt to get some sleep.
Lloyd's of Londres has gone to court ... asking a judge to let the company off the financial hook, claiming it doesn't owe the Michael Jackson Estate $17.5 million on grounds MJ was a fraud.
The company issued the muilti-million dollar policy to cover the doomed "This Is It" tour for losses.
But Lloyd's claims it doesn't have to honor the policy for 2 primary reasons:
1. Michael Jackson and AEG allegedly lied about Michael's medical history -- specifically, MJ said he had not seen a doctor other than a cosmetic MD since June, 2005.
2. Michael did not disclose he was taking prescription drugs prior to and at the time of his death -- including Propofol.
Lloyd's is asking the court for a declaration that the policy is null and void as a result of the alleged fraud.
Howard Weitzman, the lawyer for the Estate, tells TMZ, "This legal action is nothing mais than an insurance company trying to avoid paying a legitimate claim por the insured."
The company issued the muilti-million dollar policy to cover the doomed "This Is It" tour for losses.
But Lloyd's claims it doesn't have to honor the policy for 2 primary reasons:
1. Michael Jackson and AEG allegedly lied about Michael's medical history -- specifically, MJ said he had not seen a doctor other than a cosmetic MD since June, 2005.
2. Michael did not disclose he was taking prescription drugs prior to and at the time of his death -- including Propofol.
Lloyd's is asking the court for a declaration that the policy is null and void as a result of the alleged fraud.
Howard Weitzman, the lawyer for the Estate, tells TMZ, "This legal action is nothing mais than an insurance company trying to avoid paying a legitimate claim por the insured."