I'm an autor of first fanmade about Michael Jackson. I wrote forty-five parts of this and I'm very enjoyed.It 's a story through the eyes of a young girl. You can inquire more , writing my fanmade.I hope you will like it.
Fanmade part I
At Jackosn's house
I always had a problem with a various types of excursion to places full of people, new people.
This time it was almost necessary. We have been invited by a very important people from neighborhood.I was staring madly in the mirror in mother's dressing .Surely , I've done make-up for first time in my life but I didn't like it.I had a look in the mirror again and I smiled wan, silently breathing air with lungs I also quietly walked up the stairs straight to the lounge where my mother was bustling with smile at face.
-Ready?-she asked, lifting up her head.Not waiting for my reply, she instructed me to put on shoes cause it was time to go out.
-It's funny.Certainly , we gonna be only white guests- my father muttered , when we moved by car, driving alongthe alleys full of hedges.
-Oh.-puffed my mum .-You talk almost like racist.-There're decent people, everyone respects them.
-I also respect Jacksons, they deserved for their success and everything what they have.-corrected father.-Katherine, why are you keep quiet?-He said to me after a while, seeing my thoughtfulness and my clenching mouth.
-It seems you, Dad.
-It's normal people-he laughted.-Don't pay attention that they are famous.It haven't sense.
-You are exalt , not me- I growled with anger, knowing that my father has decoded my reason of strange behavior.We saw big and bright villa with a gray roof and then reigned silence -Probably , we won't have a problem with getting to their house?- my mother asked my father.
-The last time I hadn't.
We got out of the car , standing before the the gate.Dad ringed the bell on it. After a while a middle-aged, black man in an elegant dress , appeared before us.
-Welcome.- he said , leting us on the property and indicating to the stairs which leaded up to the residence.
-Jacksons are waitng- he has informed when we entered anteroom.Every walls were white and windows has brown jambs.I could see green branches of trees behind. I heard sounds of conversations and laughting.Certainly lot of people were in next room.
-Good morning, Steve-called officially , not so tall man , holding my father's hand , who briefly introduced us to a friend.
-And this is Joe Jackson.-Dad told me and my mother, looking at the man with smile of frog.
-At any moment , we eating dinner with family.-announce Joe..-You are invited-.encouraged if by chance.-Guests came out-he said loudly, before table where were sitting full of young people .I saw three guys in T-shirts who were sitting side by side and smiling cleverly.Next their the girl who was leaning forward , started to watchi me.She had curls who tamed an impressive ponytail in the middle of the head.
-It's Janet.-I heard, realizing that's name of this girl.-Tito, Jermaine and Marlon-added Joe when I was focusing attention on the others.Little girl with big chocolate eyes hugged a long-haired girl , similar to Janet.It could be only La Toya.I heard that she's pretty and now I saw it for myself. I've felt strange feeling in stomach and I sitted down on indicated place among my parents. Because of acquisition which manifested later of sticking sight on the table, or flowers in a vase , I hadn't chance to look at the rest of inmates.I felt somebody's look. Hovering eyesigt , I noticed a tiny boy with droping curls on his face.Certainly ,he had the most beautiful and innocent face of all the people in room.Looking quickly into his eyes I felt as if I was lightning strike.I boggled a little much.
Michael-I thought.He smiled, showing his perfectly white teeth .After the while the others smiled and once I realized that I said his name at loud, rather crushed voice They heard that..Michael Jackson. amazingly talented singer from the band Jackson 5, very well known band in America and in the world .I was sitting eye to eye with a big star and I felt like an idiot.
-He's a gem of their band-whispered to me my father with smile.Since then I didn't say nothing but words like : ,, no , thank you'' when Michael's mother asked me would I want a makeweight food.
-Joe, I see there's no new faces except us..-said my father with mild surprise..-Are others invited at another time?
-No.-reply briefly Mr.Jackson.-Only you.
-So , maybe our kids will go to the garden?-proposed Mrs. Jackson. -It's beautiful weather.
-Good idea.-smiled my mum.-Go Katherine.- she spoke to me.I looked at her with almost dismay at face.It had to be only dinner. Nobody was talking about party in garden.I haven't imagined that I could spend time somewhere among greenery with nine known siblings, which composed of five brothers, whose records I almost daily listened.
-Everybody will go there-said householder.He planned tea so here we go, honey-he summed, touching the arm of his wife. In my mind I breathed relieved.
Anyway , this meeting costed me too much nerves .In reality I wanted kick back , let somebody to pull my hand, run somewhere and enjoy it but I was too tense and too shy .I noticed that Michael also didn't say a word, but he still smiling gracefully when somebody had said something about him or asked him for something .
Preferably I didn't supossed that he was like me.He was occuring on stage as kid so he couldn't still afraid and ashamed. Even if I was wrong , I thought that he could rided that over the years and his career development.
In the twinkling of an eye , we moved to a more beautiful place on the porch. Red walls were covered with hanging from the top, climbing the pink flowers.
-I love it- said Katherine Jackson, my namesake.
-Yeah , this flowers are very pretty.-praised part of the garden, my mum. Suddenly created groups of conversations.
Beside these two women, already engulfed conversation, my father began talked down with Jermaine.
Joe discuss about something with Tito.
Rest of brothers started talk among themselves .Janet putted glasses with drinks, talking to La Toya, who briefly spoke to Michael.I was keeping quiet but I felt familiar with the surroundings
-Kate,you can go for walk in garden if you want.-.propose with kindness Mrs Jackson. I noded my head to agree and stand up clumsily from chair.-Michael?-she called after a while.Te sound of that name caused shivers on my back.-Could you show round your colleague?
-Okey , mum.-speak up Michael with gentle voice and smile on his face.
My mother was looking with amusement at me and upcoming Michael when we moved ahead.
I almost spited out laughing but I clenched my lips , imagining with embarrassment how can I look now.
Nevertheless , couple of days I was kissing Michael's poster and at this moment he walked beside me.In patterned shirt and lemon jumper he looked really cute and sweet.
He looked so simply butI felt his beating brilliance.
Looking down , I noticed that he was wearing something that characteristic stuff what distinguished him from other - the black trousers that barely conceal white socks and shiny moccasins.
-Great day for walk-said Michael, after a long silence.
-Yeahh...-I .growled. I didn't want to look at him as a star and I was still repeating myself in mind the father's words before visit.
.Michael smiled again, but this time almost imperceptibly.
We have standed at the fountain.
-I like it.-I said.
-It's nice place for meditation.-he said, sitting on the wall.
-Silence ..- I started but I interrupted when he directed his gaze at me.Color of his iris , shimmering in the light broke up me too fast.
Just like instinctively , he bend on his look toward the fountain to I was able to continue speaking
.-Silence and hum of water.-I sighed.-It helps.
-I like similar places like this.Those who can inspire.-said Michael.
-And certainly they do with great effect.-I said with slightly excited tone.
-Sometimes it just flows at me-whispered with boken smile.
-Lyrics?
-And music ...
-I think it's called vein.-I accosted.
-Or a gift from the God.
-Hmm ..- I give voice.-I like these gifts- I was toading.-You have great songs.
-Thanks-he reply uncertain and I could think that he blushed. Prevail silence and for a moment I was afraid that I said something wrong.
-And you ...- I started , still .intimidated his reaction-When you occur....Don't you have stage-frigh ? Well, you know...-Michael almost laughed.
-Everyone has stage-frigh.-he smiled, glancing at me.-And I will always have.-wyjaśniał. But I can not imagine life without all these performances.It's a part of my life ...- for these words I nodded.
-It must be wonderful.
-You're right.In a certain sense it's wonderfull to make people happy, but you need to work really hard.
-My dad says that from all these famous people ... in particular you deserved for success-I said before I bit my tongue.
-We worked hard, - muttered shyly Michael-But there's also many people about who we can say the same way.-he summarized.
Even I talked with him only for few minutes I realized that Michael had quite spiritual approach to life as he's twenty-five .I thought that, although he was six years older , we were almost as peers. He was so boyish , he had something of boy.
-You want to come back?-asked after a while.
I'd rather stay.I prefer seclusion like this.-I explained, feeling embarrassed that he could think that I want to spend time with him as a fanatical fan..Despite this it was true. I felt with him freely and I was ready to sit here eternity where meanwhile fan would be ready to cry, and exalt and praise him all the time.
-In total, me too.-confessed without hesitation, Mike.
-And you're not going to parties?-I burned senselessly.
-I prefer staying home but it doesn't mean that I don't like fun.I love fun.-he rectified quickly.
-You know..Sorry that I inquire you a lot.We even hadn't chance to be depicted yourselves-I started talking meaningless.
-I'm Katey-I presented myself , pulling hand.
-Michael-he smiled broadly and laughed drolly.-Although previously I got to know your name-It is nice meet you , Katey.-he joked, laughing again.
-For me it's really nice to meet you .I like your band.-.I started to talk compliments.Michael started again lowered his eyes and smiling addictly .-And ,''Ben, that's so beautiful song and my mom likes ''Rockin Robin most of all ... what am I say.. all your songs ...- I babbled again , feeling more like idiot.-Of course I love everything too..-.I catched air in my mouth.
-Thank you very much .It;s very charming on your part but at the same time intimidating ...- Michael shuddered.
-Oh .. I'm sorry.I 'm babbling too much .Undoubtedly , you hear this from your fans.
-I love all the fans-explained with sincerity in his voice., Michael -But you know, sometimes it' sintimidating ...- he finished.
-But you must be proud that you have so lot of fans.
-Oh , I really do.That people are amazing.
-I would never think..-I started carefully.- Cause.. I'm also shy but I don't admit.-I muttered a little embarrassed.
-You should't.It's not defect .You can live wit this without problem and you can overcome it in important moments.
-Just as the shows?
-Even ...
-I don't want to flatter again but I admire you for this.
-For what?
-That you can break it.It's not easy.I couldn't do this.
-I think you could after a years of practice-smiled Michael.I repay smile.I felt that we could talk to each other for hours..About everything.
Maybe it was a beginning of a beautiful friendship?
