Michael Jackson x reader: Holyday In Neverland by QueenOfCelebrities94, literature
Literature
Michael Jackson x reader: Holyday In Neverland
What you need to know
(Y/N) = your name
(H/C) = hair color
(E/C) = eyes color
Finally you got the occasion to have a holyday in Neverland. One whole week to pass with your favorite singer: Michael Jackson.
There was a problem, though. When you and your moonwalker friends got there, a bodyguard gave you a letter from Michael. It said:
“Dear guests,
I’m so sorry I won’t be able to greet you today, nor tomorrow. For the first two days of our holydays, I will be really, REALLY busy. I hope I’ll be able to make you forgive me.
I created a special program to entertain yourself during my absence, hoping you have fun.
With
The Best Gift Ever by QueenOfCelebrities94, literature
Literature
The Best Gift Ever
Michael was lying on his king-size bed, sleeping like a baby. It was the first time in a long time that he could sleep without interruption from his aching back or old burns after that terrible accident in 1984.He didn't even know what made him so quiet, maybe only the promise that Chiara, his new friend, had done the night before. He had caught her while she was mumbling something with his two friends Peter and Walter and when he asked them what they were "plotting" they, after some hesitation, admitted that they were organizing the final preparations for his birthday present. However, they didn't told him what was it, and Chiara
Dancing The Dream by QueenOfCelebrities94, literature
Literature
Dancing The Dream
The echo of a scream,
fast dance steps,
the glow on the white glove,
moonwalk,
on the tips
sidewalk,
back on the tips
tiger jump,
spin,
anti-gravity,
spin.
I fall,
I get up,
I hurt my knee,
but I ignore it,
the show must go on.
"Dancing the Dream" at last I understand your words.
The vastness of the universe is in me,
I am no longer myself,
I am one with the world.
I no longer feel pain in the knee,
the power of Nature has healed me.
There is no limit to the time,
to the space,
There's just me.
The dance floor disappears,
I'm alone,
we are two,
We are thousands.
It 'a mystical union,
we have