Blanket Jackson in Gary, Indiana ♥♥

February, 4, 2010, As Uncle Frank, Jeff and I left the show, concerto arena in a town in Maryland I was completely silent. The most I ever did the whole ride to the hotel was waving to a few of my fans. When we got to our room I went outside to the balcony with my acoustic guitar. For a half an hora I just sat there thinking, biting my bottom lip and fighting back tears. Then I slowly started to strum the chords to Cindy Lauper’s song Time After Time, Lying in my cama I hear the clock tick,
and think of you
caught up in circles confusion--
is nothing new
Flashback--warm nights--
almost left behind...

The seguinte morning, Paris and I talked about the prank when the guys were outside in the pool.
"Ok, so since Jaafar wakes up everynight for a snack, we have to wait until he goes to cama after he eats, which would be around 1:30." I told Paris.
"Right. And we need to do Blanket last, because we never know when he's asleep. He doesn't mover in his sleep, he doesn't snore, he just lays there. We don't want him to ruin the whole joke." She said.
"Yeah, and we'll do Prince first, since we need to give Jaafar enough time to fall asleep. Do we have enough toilet paper?"
"Yeah I asked Aunt Janet if she could...