Michael Jackson's voice:
"I've always wanted to be able to tell stories, 당신 know, stories that came from my soul. I'd like to sit 의해 a 불, 화재 and tell people stories make them see pictures, make them cry and laugh, take them anywhere emotionally with something as deceptively simple as words. I'd like to tell tales to 옮기기 their souls and transform them. I've always wanted to be able to do that. Imagine how the great writers must feel,knowing they have that power.I sometimes feel I could do it.It's something I'd like to develop.In away,somewriting uses the same skills,creates the emotional highs and lows,but the story is a sketch.It's
quicksilver.There are very few 책 written on the art of storyttelling, how to grip listeners,how to get a group of people together and amuse them.No costumes, no makeup, no nothing, just 당신 and your voice, and your powerful ability to take them anywhere, to transform their lives, if only for minutes.As I begin to tell my story, I want to repeat what I usually say people when they ask me about my earliest days with the Jackson 5: I was so little when we began to work on our 음악 that I really don't remember much about it.Most people have the luxury of careers that start when they're old enough to know exactly what they're doing and why, but, of course, that wasn't true of me."
"I've always wanted to be able to tell stories, 당신 know, stories that came from my soul. I'd like to sit 의해 a 불, 화재 and tell people stories make them see pictures, make them cry and laugh, take them anywhere emotionally with something as deceptively simple as words. I'd like to tell tales to 옮기기 their souls and transform them. I've always wanted to be able to do that. Imagine how the great writers must feel,knowing they have that power.I sometimes feel I could do it.It's something I'd like to develop.In away,somewriting uses the same skills,creates the emotional highs and lows,but the story is a sketch.It's
quicksilver.There are very few 책 written on the art of storyttelling, how to grip listeners,how to get a group of people together and amuse them.No costumes, no makeup, no nothing, just 당신 and your voice, and your powerful ability to take them anywhere, to transform their lives, if only for minutes.As I begin to tell my story, I want to repeat what I usually say people when they ask me about my earliest days with the Jackson 5: I was so little when we began to work on our 음악 that I really don't remember much about it.Most people have the luxury of careers that start when they're old enough to know exactly what they're doing and why, but, of course, that wasn't true of me."
He turned his head to look over at me. " Yes I will. I'm losing hope. And even if I don't, I might as well. I'm losing my daughter to some psycho, I got stabbed 3 times, there's no use."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Mom crinkled her eyebrows. " There's no use Summer. 당신 can't convince him that he isn't going to die." She said, no hope in her voice.
Dad was still awake, but he was 겨울왕국 in one position. His messy curly hair was tossed around and flat on the pillow. When I rubbed my palm over his, they were very cold. If 당신 think about it, you're actually not sure if he'll make it.
I rested my head on his chest, tears rolling down my cheeks. I couldn't stand the fact the Dad could be leaving me too early...
When we arrived at the hospital, Dad was extremely pale. 사워, 사 우 어 tears rolled down my cheeks. I glanced over at Raymond, who was snickering.
I frowned. " Why are 당신 laughing?" Raymond rolled his eyes and gave no response.
I tried to help Dad up, but his weight pulled me down too! Mom and I carried him in where they put him a stretcher.
A nurse came up to us. " I feel so sorry for you.I hope Mr. Jackson will make it through.The world would be messed up." She said, smacking her red lips together. She made a nasty look at Raymond.
" It's him!!! Security!!!!" She yelled, pointing at Raymond. His eyes were the size of bowling balls. " Uh-oh!" He grabbed his 재킷, 자 켓 ad ran for the exit.
Meanwhile, Mom and I were sitting there, staring at Dad. He slowly opened his eyes and mumbled something I couldn't catch. " What?" I said, putting my ear closer to his mouth.
" Don't leave me to die." He whispered ever so faintly.
I frowned. " Why are 당신 laughing?" Raymond rolled his eyes and gave no response.
I tried to help Dad up, but his weight pulled me down too! Mom and I carried him in where they put him a stretcher.
A nurse came up to us. " I feel so sorry for you.I hope Mr. Jackson will make it through.The world would be messed up." She said, smacking her red lips together. She made a nasty look at Raymond.
" It's him!!! Security!!!!" She yelled, pointing at Raymond. His eyes were the size of bowling balls. " Uh-oh!" He grabbed his 재킷, 자 켓 ad ran for the exit.
Meanwhile, Mom and I were sitting there, staring at Dad. He slowly opened his eyes and mumbled something I couldn't catch. " What?" I said, putting my ear closer to his mouth.
" Don't leave me to die." He whispered ever so faintly.