Michael<3

Diane Dimond is a nasty bitch, the devil's baby and Cruella de Vil of any Michael Jackson hater.
She thinks she's a journalist, but she's not. She is a witch. A witch. She's just a grotesque magical creature: ugly on the inside as she is on the outside, pathetic, an absolute loser. She attacks and talks s*** about an innocent man and she thinks it's okay, because she's gonna get what she wants, but when it doesn't go her way...she tries to bring it all. Well, it doesn't work that way, Diane De Vil. She will never get anything por destroying Michael, especially from his grave. She must be the...

My phone goes off and I look at the text message from Michael.

Out front waiting.

I leave a note for Dee and Clarissa since their out shopping for when they come back. Then I go and get into the limo and ask Michael how the video is going to go.

"Well you're going to play my girlfriend in it, and we're out on a movie fecha when you're character gets scared and goes out of the theatre and we're walking when we're crowded por zombies. I become one, we dance, and then tu wake up from it as a bad dream."

I nod. "Sounds good. But maybe there could be a segundo where your eyes are the same as the werewolf's...

Interview: Michael Jackson
In 1983, Sylvie Simmons, escritura for the leading US rock magazine Creem, interviewed the 24-year-old estrella on the set for the video of 'Beat It' - one of the many classic songs from his new LP, Thriller, which was to become the biggest selling album of all time. She found a driven artist at the height of his powers, an assured performer on stage, but also a gentle soul who found the attentions of fans unbearable

Downtown between the Pacific American pescado Co and the Hotel St Agnes Hospitality cocina there's an alley. Cars block each end, no escape. And, silhouetted in...

Dear Michael Its One Of Your fans Janyce. I Just Wanted To Say That I Miss You. And Every Moonwalker Misses tu And Your Family. I Never Really Write Letters o Things About My Feelings So Please oso, oso de With Me And Im Not Great At Spelling. I Couldnt Sleep Last Night,It Was Hard For Me To Fall Asleep. I Also Wasnt Really Hungry For cena Last Night But I Still Ate. Im Really Trying My Hardest To Not Cry But Its Hard,It Really Is. I Just Wiped A Tear From My Eye. If tu Would Of Still Of Been Alive Then Everything Thats Going On Wouldnt Have Even Happen. But Thats What I Believe. I Havent Talked...