MJ Fantasy Who Needs Words When A Heart Knows Love?

Walking down Highland Michael arrived at Hollywood

Blvd. There he seen so many people. So many strange

and exciting things. His eyes widened. His fear and

hunger forgotten for a moment. Michael looked at all

the stars on the sidewalk beneath his feet. He seen

the pictures in the windows. The t shirts and so many

little mementos. These things made him smile. This

must be the place they call Hollywood, with all the

stars. Michael was in awe. Walking around in the end-

less sea of people he was excited. Walking from one

end to another. Michael walked and walked until the

stars on the sidewalk were no more. Then he crossed

the street of Hollywood Blvd and walked again until

he got to Hollywood and Vine. Standing by the Pantages

theater for Michael was amazing. He really was happy.

Thinking I'm here mother. I'm here in Hollywood Calif-

ornia. The United States of America.

NIGHTFALL....

Michael was alone again or still depending on ones

perspective. He'd used the last of his money for

food a few hours ago so come morning he'd be right

back where he was this morning. Michael was lonely

and scared. He'd seen people walking hand and hand

holding each other. Kissing each other. Michael wanted

that too. But who would want him. He's too shy and

the women back home see money and looks, not the per-

son inside. The women here wouldn't want him because

he has no idea what they are saying to him or how to

communicate back with them. How can he tell the woman

he loves her when he can't even speak the language or

understand her. That's not a way to be. This made him

feel even worse if that were possible. Michael needed

to find a place to go. He needed to find a place to

sleep. Something. Walking into an alley not too far

from Hollywood and Vine, Michael pulled some boxes

apart that would make a shelter of sorts for the night.

This was something he'd never done before and had no

way of knowing if he was doing it right, but Michael

knew he had to try.

Curling up in a ball covered by his light jacket.

Michael Jackson from Croanan fell asleep under the

nightime skies of Hollywood, California USA.

IN CROANAN....

Katherine cried. She was worried for her son Michael.

Michael was to be gone only four days. It was now going

on thirteen days. She'd called her countries state depart-

ment and was told that until the United States of America

accepted the new Regime there was nothing they could do.

The governments are in talks but they had no idea how

long these talks could take. Katherine was so scared.

Her friends tried to comfort her. With all that their

own government was going through everything was so un-

certain. "Cough. Cough." "Santa Catalina vi tuccherà

à u riposu." (Katherine you need to rest.) "INNÒ! Not

finu à u mo figliolu, u mio Michael hè in casa è in u

mio vrazza! Nun ti pozzu chiù!" (NO! Not until my son,

my Michael is home and in my arms! I can not!)

Michael awoke the next morning to someone pulling

on his clothes and his bag. "There we are. A nice

find I think Pete!" "Yeah this bum don't need it."

The men laugh. "Hey! Hè a meia! Lasciami tranquillu!

Pirchì mi duna fastidiu? Rubari mio cose? M'anu fattu

nunda à voi! Vai ti ne!" (Hey! That's mine! Leave me

alone! Why you bothering me? Stealing my things? I've

done nothing to you! Go away!) Michael says fully awake

now. "Hey guys listen to this! He talks funny. This

bum talks funny!" "He does? Well funny man talk funny

for me too!!" "Hey! For all of us!" "Yeah! Let's take

what we want! What's he gonna do? Can't even under-

stand us anyway! The police won't ever be able to

finger us!" The men laugh. They all started to beat

and fight with Michael. Michael fought hard and was

trying to hang on to his things. A car pulled through

the alley and the men took off. They left Michael

there in a heap crying. He was beaten, bloodied and

oh so scared and humiliated.