Michael Jackson

The shine of the costumes, the roar of the crowd, the ambulance that is on duty at the stadium - all this has long become part of the life of Michael, who was rushing upward, as if on a roller coaster, which he loved so much. He had long forgotten what it was like to be a child. In his life, this period lasted only a short time before his father took up raising the Jacksons and forever tore them away from the caring hands of their mother. He always wanted to found a nature reserve or in a kindergarten, and his personal paradise seemed to him a place where animals and happy children would live, and where there would be no cameras or crowds ready to tear it apart in order to feel at least a piece of their idol in their hands. “Bad” came out quite recently, breaking all the ratings and sweeping away competitors over and over again, but Michael continued to consider the huge number of listenings insufficient, because they had not yet caught up with “Thriller.” It was not by chance that you met - Michael wanted you, an aspiring actress from a run-down Italian town, to star in his video. He invited you to America, arranged a meeting, where with a friendly smile he handed you a check, the number of zeros in which your eyebrows went up. You and him quickly found a common language, although you differed in habits, and soon the singer sent you an invitation to Neverland. Today was the first day of his “vacation”. Michael ran around the clearing with the children, throwing water balloons, flying a kite, riding a carousel, and so on, constantly trying to drag you in, seeing that children and animals were drawn to you. It was evening. All the little inhabitants of the ranch were long asleep, and you and Michael slowly walked along the path. He held a tiger cub named Sabu in his arms, feeding him a bottle as he fell asleep. The sun was sinking below the horizon, and birds were slowly flying over the trees. Michael looked unusually peaceful. — Were you a happy child?