Michael's Point of View
I'm sitting in the chair with the interview woman, waiting with her for the recording of the interview for my Thriller album. About a minuto goes por when the cameraman does a signal saying we're on.
"How are you feeling at this time with the success of Thriller? I mean the música business isn't exactly going gangbusters and yet you're able to sell records so well." The woman adjusted herself in her chair after her question.
I start to mover the interview chair. "Um....Well I uh...Everytime I get a platinum album it's never taken lightly on my behalf I'm always honored. You know,um..I'm very happy that the public enjoys what I do and I'm gong to continue doing what I do."
"Michael why do you think you were able to cruz over so well? From R&B to Pop?"
"I cant' exactly explain why it happens. It's my heart. I put my coração in it."
"When you go about composição literária what happens?"
"Songs'll come at the strangest times. Like at the park or....in cama or something. Even if it's just a line they just come to you."
"Where do you think the gift comes from?"
"God." There's a bit of an awkard silence for just a second, and I'm wondering what the woman is thinking about my anterior answer when she asks her seguinte question.
"So at this age you're...24?"
"Actually I'm 30," I say with a light laugh.
"Really?"
"No I'm 24." Then we both laugh for a second, lightening the mood in the air a little. "Yeah and I'm just learning about things off the stage like friendship. I'm just learning about that."
"With people other than in show business?"
"Yeah."
"With ladies?"
"Yeah. Oh yeah." My small joke makes us laugh a bit.
"Is there someone very important in your life at this point?"
I immediately see Shilo's face in my mind and smile so big I'm sure I look ridiculous.
"Yes."
Shilo's Point of View
My phone rings beside me at the pool and I answer. "Hello?"
"Hey. It's Michael."
I smile mischeviously and decide to mess with him. "Okay I know about five Michael's so you're gonna have to specify." I hear him laugh.
"The famous one," he says.
"Michael Vincent?" I hear him laugh again.
"The one with Bubbles."
"Oh Jackson! oi how ya doin'?"
"Doing good. You?"
"Good. I'm at the pool with Dee and Clarissa."
"Aw I'm missing you in a swimsuit? Worst. Day. Ever." We both laugh. "Hey I was wondering....would you mind being in my Thriller música video? We don't really have a girl that I can act with that doesn't actually try and come onto me and I'm comfortable with you."
I don't even have to think."Oh heck yes! I-I mean sure."
"Great. I'll send a limo to pick you up on Friday."
"That's great. Can't wait." We talk for about thrity or so minutos mais and we have to hang up.
After showering and getting into my PJs that night, as I lay on my bed, just before I go to sleep, I nod and say to myself,"This is a good summer."
I'm sitting in the chair with the interview woman, waiting with her for the recording of the interview for my Thriller album. About a minuto goes por when the cameraman does a signal saying we're on.
"How are you feeling at this time with the success of Thriller? I mean the música business isn't exactly going gangbusters and yet you're able to sell records so well." The woman adjusted herself in her chair after her question.
I start to mover the interview chair. "Um....Well I uh...Everytime I get a platinum album it's never taken lightly on my behalf I'm always honored. You know,um..I'm very happy that the public enjoys what I do and I'm gong to continue doing what I do."
"Michael why do you think you were able to cruz over so well? From R&B to Pop?"
"I cant' exactly explain why it happens. It's my heart. I put my coração in it."
"When you go about composição literária what happens?"
"Songs'll come at the strangest times. Like at the park or....in cama or something. Even if it's just a line they just come to you."
"Where do you think the gift comes from?"
"God." There's a bit of an awkard silence for just a second, and I'm wondering what the woman is thinking about my anterior answer when she asks her seguinte question.
"So at this age you're...24?"
"Actually I'm 30," I say with a light laugh.
"Really?"
"No I'm 24." Then we both laugh for a second, lightening the mood in the air a little. "Yeah and I'm just learning about things off the stage like friendship. I'm just learning about that."
"With people other than in show business?"
"Yeah."
"With ladies?"
"Yeah. Oh yeah." My small joke makes us laugh a bit.
"Is there someone very important in your life at this point?"
I immediately see Shilo's face in my mind and smile so big I'm sure I look ridiculous.
"Yes."
Shilo's Point of View
My phone rings beside me at the pool and I answer. "Hello?"
"Hey. It's Michael."
I smile mischeviously and decide to mess with him. "Okay I know about five Michael's so you're gonna have to specify." I hear him laugh.
"The famous one," he says.
"Michael Vincent?" I hear him laugh again.
"The one with Bubbles."
"Oh Jackson! oi how ya doin'?"
"Doing good. You?"
"Good. I'm at the pool with Dee and Clarissa."
"Aw I'm missing you in a swimsuit? Worst. Day. Ever." We both laugh. "Hey I was wondering....would you mind being in my Thriller música video? We don't really have a girl that I can act with that doesn't actually try and come onto me and I'm comfortable with you."
I don't even have to think."Oh heck yes! I-I mean sure."
"Great. I'll send a limo to pick you up on Friday."
"That's great. Can't wait." We talk for about thrity or so minutos mais and we have to hang up.
After showering and getting into my PJs that night, as I lay on my bed, just before I go to sleep, I nod and say to myself,"This is a good summer."
"Twenty-seven hundred acres, Michael! What will you do with it all? I mean, you're bound to wander off and get lost," Mark teased, sitting back in his chair.
"Goody. Then I won't have to deal with you!" They both tittered. "I, um...haven't told the family yet though so,...blanket me, K?"
"More lies to the family, huh?" Michael glared at him. Mark sat up and continued, "what happens when Pappa Joe finds out you're not up in your room playing with your toys?" Michael sighed and adjusted his jacket.
"Well, I'll worry about that when the time comes. I mean, I can mover out if I want...it was time." Then he added, "By the way, thank you Mark, you can keep your your job." Michael giggled flashing his inumerous white teeth. Mark smiled and winked.
Michael is in a Hotel room and is bored so he goes on a game website and tries this game a friend told him about.
Michael: Hmmm scary maze.....maybe i should give this a try.
Michael clicks on the scary maze ícone and begins to play it. It takes him almost 15 minutos to pass the first level.
Michael: Okay finally im on the segundo level, okay here we go.....Damn it! i have to start over.
It takes michael almost 20mins to finish level two of the scary maze.
Michael: Finally! okay last level, so far so good....almost there.....almost have it....ye....AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!WHAT THE HELL!!!!!!!!!
Michael falls off the bed.
Michael: (getting back onto the bed) Never again.................
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Michael: Hmmm scary maze.....maybe i should give this a try.
Michael clicks on the scary maze ícone and begins to play it. It takes him almost 15 minutos to pass the first level.
Michael: Okay finally im on the segundo level, okay here we go.....Damn it! i have to start over.
It takes michael almost 20mins to finish level two of the scary maze.
Michael: Finally! okay last level, so far so good....almost there.....almost have it....ye....AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!WHAT THE HELL!!!!!!!!!
Michael falls off the bed.
Michael: (getting back onto the bed) Never again.................
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