He decided to answer it and walked up to see who it was.
It was a man who looked to be in his early 40's.
Short brown hair, green eyes, and sophisticated clothes.
He seemed decent so he opened the door and greeted the man.
"Hello Mr. Jackson." The man dicho shaking his hand.
"Hello, please, call me Michael." He dicho smiling.
"As tu wish. Please, let me introduce myself. I am Doug Shelding. I am the head of Shelding Productions which is a company that records certain TV specials on celebrities." Doug said.
Michael nodded, waiting for him to continue.
"I was wondering if I could stay here awhile and examine how tu live here at your ranch." Doug implied.
Michael thought for a moment, and decided that he could probably trust the man. He seemed professional enough.
"Sure. I don't see why not!" Michael smiled widely.
"Here, I will mostrar tu to your room. About how long will tu be staying??"
"Um... Atleast two weeks." Doug said.
"Alright, that's just fine. Do tu have anything to sleep in??"
"Ah.. Yes. I will go get my luggage out of my car."
"Okay. Well goodnight Doug."
"Goodnight."
Michael walked off to his room. He sat down on his cama and got lost in his thoughts.
'Kind of odd for him to mostrar up at this time of night.. Also the fact that usually I get a weeks notice for these things... It did seem a bit suspicious that he already had luggage... And I still haven't found out anything about this Baylaa girl!!..... I need to do some research at a biblioteca o something.... But still... This Doug is a little odd.....' He drifted to sleep while thoughts were running through his mind.
The siguiente morning he woke up to the sound of a voice.
He slowly walked out of his room and listened carefully.
"Yes I'm in... No, I haven't yet. Things will go as planned. Trust me. He should be asleep right now. I know that I still need to get that.....That chick?? She's long gone, I told tu that years ago.. Ok ok. Bye." Doug hung up the phone.
"Who was that??" Michael asked walking into the room.
Doug spun on his heels. "Michael!! Good morning!! I- I wasn't expecting tu to be up." He sounded nervous, like he was hiding something.
Michael raised a brow. "I got woke up. But tu still haven't answered my question."
"Oh, right. That was my.... Uh.... Assistant!! Yea! He was just wanting to know uh... If tu were ok with me being here and wanted to know um... How long I would be here!! Yea that's it!!" He laughed awkwardly.
"Um.... Alright..... Shall we get some breakfast then??" Michael wasn't too sure if he was to believe him o not. But decided to just shrug it off.
"Sounds great." Doug's face lightened.
"Ok. Lets head outside then to the the picnic area."
And they headed out the door.
The man is suspicious.......... Too, suspicious...................
The family is always targeted por the publicity and it certainly is not always the best and suffering of these people and of course even más unfortunate mother lost a estrella in the life ...
Yesterday in court in Los Angeles where he went to the doctor, his mother Katherine was the estrella rampage showed pain and anger and inconvenience we almost faint.
We hope soon to illuminate the mysterious but very interesting case and to calm his relatives adikochamenou and famous and beloved singer sello an entire season with his presence and with songs and música and will remain unforgettable in the hearts of all world.
looking out
across the nightime
the city winks a sleepless eye
hear her voice
shake my window
sweet seducing sighs
2nd verse:
get me out
into the nightime
four walls won't hold me tonight
if this town
is just an apple
then let me take a bite
chorus:
if they say
why,why, tell'em that it's human nature
why,why,does he do me that way
if they say -
why,why,tell'em that it's human nature
why, why,does do me that way
3rd verse:
reaching out
to touch a stranger
Electric eyes are ev'ry where
see that girl
she knows i'm watching
she likes the way i stare
chrous:
if they say
why,why, tell'em that it's human nature
why,why, does do me that way
if they say-
why,why, tell'em that it's human nature
why,why,
instrumental
4th verse:
looking out
across the morning
where the city's corazón begins to beat
reaching out
i touch her shoulder
i'm dreaming of the street
(repeat chrous once)
