KOP

"Michael?" he heard his name called through the doors.

"What is it?"

"Can wewe come here?" Michael paused and then reentered his bedroom.

The sight that hit him was a dream. Stray candles all around his room had been lit, his patio doors had been opened letting in the fresh storm air, and there, in the middle of his own bed, was his biggest and darkest fantasy. Mark's masculine figure was lying, bare, with his sparkly comforter pulled just high enough to make Michael's head spin.

"Mark...," Michael whispered. Mark looked back at him with such eyes. Michael knew what he wanted now for sure; it was...

He just couldn't follow through with the This Is It concerts for his dedicated mashabiki and innocent children. He didn't want to work that hard for people who he knew absolutely adored him and wanted to see him perform. He just had to pause everything take a break from it all, all of it.

"Once all alone, I was Lost in a world of strangers"

He wanted to teach each and every one of us on this planet a lesson: do not believe everything wewe see au hear.

Breaking News: "Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, has had a moyo attack." "Michael Jackson rushed to hospital." "Michael Jackson in critical condition."...