A Vintage Fanclub Newsletter

As stated por a fan in this club a few hours ago, whoever Michael dated, slept with, o inquiring about his sexuality is absolutely none of our business. Michael is gone and he's not here to defend himself we just leave it alone. In my opinion, whatever Michael dicho o did in his personal has nothing to with us, and when I see encuestas and preguntas pertaining to his personal life vexes me very much for the reason he was a human being just like the rest of us, so are why are inadvertenly trying to tarnish image; as well, as his legacy?

After all, Michael was nice-looking, and I can see why all his...

*Wedding Day*


Oh my, God. It's finally here. The día I marry Michael Joseph Jackson! I can't wait. I woke up to a beautiful bright Saturday morning. The ceremony doesn't start until noon and it's six now. I got up and headed into the ducha, ducha de and washed up. This time, I turned on the song I'm going to walk down the aisle to. I'm walking to the aisle to the famous wedding song "Pacabel Cannon" my sister was in the orchestra in high school and I recorded her at her concierto when she played this song. I fell in amor with it the first time I ever heard it.



After I showered and got into some jeans and...

Michael and Maris continued their passionate lovemaking the whole afternoon;in addition, to switch positions in his spacious king-size bed. As Maris was on parte superior, arriba of him besar every in of his beautiful while he was laying on his back making those sexy moans of ecstasy. "You have no idea just how happy tu made during these last few months, Maris, I feel like a new man just being with you," Michael replied, "oh, Michael, I've been waiting for tu tell that me for the longest time, and I feel the same about you, too," Maris replied, and she kissed him again.

As they were lying in the bed, Michael...

Chapter 9,
January 12, 2002,

I am really starting to get irritated with how often Gavin and his family are coming to the ranch and dad decided to take Prince, Paris, and I down to New Jersey to spend time with the Cassio family for a week. I amor going to their house because they are really family oriented people and they are some of the only people that don’t use dad for anything!!!
We walked in the doorway to their cozy house and Denise was standing in the cocina cooking. Dad dropped 4 duffle bags on the floor and I sat on the couch. Dad walked over and pulled the capucha, campana from my sweatshirt...

‘So, how long have tu been working for Mr. Jackson sir?’ Dani asked the chauffer politely. It was already 8:45 pm and she was getting a little impatient and más than a little bored. Then a thought came to her. What if the chauffer didn’t really take her to Michael’s house? What if he was kidnapping her? The thought gave chills down her spine. But she trusted Michael and más o less, the people who worked for him and she knew that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. ‘Please call me Bert, Ms. LaPray. Forgive me but Mr. Jackson forbids me to speak to his guests’ he spoke, still...

Chapter 6,

March 15, 1999,

I woke up this morning and was so excited because today's my fifth birthday. I raced downstairs and dicho "wow; pokémon everywhere!" There were balloons with the characters faces on them from the TV mostrar and a big pile of presents sitting on the table. Dad wasn't up yet because he didn't expect me to be awake for at least another half an hour. I went into the living room and waited for him to wake up

I was amazed that dad was able to pull all this pokémon stuff off because I wasn't into pokémon until about a mes hace when I had come across an episode of the mostrar on...

Danae P.o.v
today i was collabrating with michael jackson i really don't want to because i don't like working with stuck up snobs like that but in the industry tu have to be perpared to do anything there was a knock on 'come in' it was my manger and michael 'i guess i'll leave ya'll to alone to get to work' i sat there in siliecne escritura down lyrics michael stared at my arms and hands while i was escritura ' tu have lots of tattoos, did they hate ?' 'some did , tu could help me tu know' a smile appeared on his face i could tell that he was happy that i was finally talking we started to get...

I am escritura this articulo because I been hearing about celebridades dying from using too much drugs and suffering from conditions resulting from drugs which is probably the #1 cause of death in America. There are a lot of celebrities, famliy members and friends that use these substances for stress, committing suicide o just using it for no reason. Here's a lista of some famous people that lost their lives from drugs:

Michael Jackson: (August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009) The King Of Pop, the person who changed the world with his música and dancing has used drugs in the mid 90s during his molestation...

After taking his hand off the tree, michael turned around and began to head back to his home. But as he walked towards his inicial something made him become side tracked. Michael walked right down the long driveway, off to the side covered with trees and brush was a small group of tombstones. The tombstones were so old that michael could not read what any of them said. As he knelt down to try and see if he could read anything on the last tombstone, he noticed the tombstone was blank. At first michael scratched his head confused until he saw on the tombstone to the left of the blank one dicho "Jack"...

Michael was sleeping wamly and soundly under the covers. Until he felt this cold hand touch his shoulder. "Mike, mike wake up its time to get ready and get to the airport." Frank Cascio dicho shaking Michael's shoulder. Michael tossed to the other side of the cama pulling the covers up over his head. "Mike, come on, we are going to be late!" Frank dicho getting annoyed. "Frank, please I did not get any sleep last night and I am exhausted!" Michael dicho getting grouchy. "Mike, tu know we have go to New York for tu to do those cd signings at Virgin." Frank dicho turning on the light on the nightstand...