They Don't Care About Us (Prison Version)

Michael sat down on the kitanda and poured the champagne in the two glasses for him and and Maris; in addition, to serving cheese and crackers as a light snack. "Would wewe like some cheese and crackers to go with your champagne," he asked, "yes, I would", Maris replied, so her offered her the snack. "I like what you've done with place, Michael, everything is well-coordinated," she replied, "oh, thank you, it me a long time to decorate it," Michael replied, as took off his jacket; in addition, loosening his necktie and unbuttoning the juu of his shirt. Michael pulled a strawberry with whipped...

Michael hated the feeling, but it was a little bit fun as well. He was nervous. Not over a performance au interview, not over an album release au finishing a record - not even over Joseph! He was nervous over having feelings for someone. It was the most normal he had ever felt.

It had begun to rain. Really hard. kwa the time Michael heard the tone of his gate system it had escalated to a howling thunderstorm. He slid playfully across the shiny floor and skidded to a halt at the front door. Michael entered the number on the small keypad and then waited wondering what he was supposed to do next....

Michael's anticipation grew as the beautiful girl got closer and closer. Finally Ileana and Ann made it to the begining of the line. "Omg! i cant believe we are about to meet michael in person." Ann alisema happliy as she jumped up and down. "Ann calm down!" Ileana alisema as they made their way towards michael. Michael's moyo began to beat faster as the beautiful girl made her way towards him. "Oh god..here she comes...heres my chance." Michael thought to himself. "Hey michael...me and my friend are big mashabiki of wewe and your music." Ann alisema happliy. "Is that true?" Michael smiled without taking...