Post by marc122 on Sept 8, 2016 20:43:21 GMT -4
(So yeah. This is my attempt at a famous person's thoughts as a story. I researched a bit about MJ's personality back in 2008, but let me know if I got some things wrong. Anyway, this takes place in around July 2008 in Michael's bathroom as MJ himself stares while thinking negatively before threats of foreclosure of his property came up, plus some reminiscing about his past life. This was written in about maybe 2 and a half hours entirely on phone, so yeah, it's bound to have more mistakes than usual.
Try reading the whole thing in Michael Jackson's voice. You don't have to, though, it's just for maximum effect.)
...Well. So this is...--w-well, this is who I am now, huh? If so... Man, did I REALLY let myself go. All those years and decades of fame, right from my...um...childhood as the prominent member of the Jackson 5, or rather the Jacksons, to my...breakout album, Off the Wall, as during that time, I was growing tired of the same old so-called..."bubblegum pop" crap, to even the collaborations, one of which I now regret fucking up, to freaking Thriller, then Bad, and so on. Sure, I may have run to some mishaps, such as that Pepsi pyrotechnics incident, asking for a llama in the recording room while collaborating with another legend that may or may...not be up to my ranks called Freddie Mercury--but yeah. So Mr. Mercury really was a guy that had a good amount of raw talent like me, but it was a shame that he died, so now...now I can't collaborate with him further. I would've liked to see those collaboration songs put in Thriller, but okay.
More mishaps I wish could completely forget, such as the weird actions that ignorantly got me called....I hate to think about it, but it's...gah..."Weirdo Jacko"--I mean, just WHO the hell would call me this?! This is the 4th worst thing that happened to me, next to being born with an abusive father, and...oh man. The child allegations. Those definitely were close to wrecking my career, and the second that was the closest was in 2005. I mean, what kind of those ignorant fiends would mess with me, the multi-award winning pop artist with decades of experience and skill with millions of MILLIONS of fans?! That ain't fair! It's just so fucking wrong to treat people like me like this!
And now, thanks to those damn allegations, there's a chance that my fans have turned their backs on me, not wanting to associate themselves with me any longer. And this. THIS is why I've lost my motivation to even perform, and so on. Now, look at me. Decades of my groundbreaking music, forgotten, and now I'm just a frail, and seasoned, piece of white, bony shit buried in years of controversy involving children, and plastic surgery. The 2005 trail was gonna be IT. I was absolutely livid, but all they could see is just a stoic face. I thought I was gonna end up behind the FREAKING bars, like my career, which was already hanging loose, would end up in the incinerator as if it had no tomorrow had the judge called me GUILTY. I'm lucky I came out as innocent, but I obviously wouldn't be here the other way.
Now, I just want to return to my earlier years. I wouldn't be taking drugs, like I am RIGHT NOW, and...a-and I would've tried my hardest not to veer towards this current, messy situation. I probably would've been in better terms with Quincy, had I succeeded, but still. Or I could've went back to the Jackson 5 years, but I'll be facing an age-old problem, which was my FREAKING FATHER. I'm not going to take anymore shit from him and his beatings and berating, especially after going back in time! ...Okay. Now I think I'm disconnected from the rest of my family, who I still treasure to this day, made worse by the fact that I have to take care of my precious children, one of who I hope will carry on my legacy.
The exact same face staring back at me...oh, it reminds me of the time when I abused plastic surgery JUST to avoid looking like my father. Perhaps I could've done it less times, but not too less. ...Oh man. I'm al-almost about to c-cry... C'mon, stay strong! B-but...but what's the point if I had not only lost my s-self esteem, but also the loyal fanbase and life that I had carefully built up for decades?! ...Oh well. I sighed, tears dropping down my cheeks from my eyes, as I looked at those pills that I just took. I could just...go on and rant some more, such as that insensitive, racist fuck Tommy, and my wives, but nah...
I just need to get some sleep. Oh well...
Try reading the whole thing in Michael Jackson's voice. You don't have to, though, it's just for maximum effect.)
...Well. So this is...--w-well, this is who I am now, huh? If so... Man, did I REALLY let myself go. All those years and decades of fame, right from my...um...childhood as the prominent member of the Jackson 5, or rather the Jacksons, to my...breakout album, Off the Wall, as during that time, I was growing tired of the same old so-called..."bubblegum pop" crap, to even the collaborations, one of which I now regret fucking up, to freaking Thriller, then Bad, and so on. Sure, I may have run to some mishaps, such as that Pepsi pyrotechnics incident, asking for a llama in the recording room while collaborating with another legend that may or may...not be up to my ranks called Freddie Mercury--but yeah. So Mr. Mercury really was a guy that had a good amount of raw talent like me, but it was a shame that he died, so now...now I can't collaborate with him further. I would've liked to see those collaboration songs put in Thriller, but okay.
More mishaps I wish could completely forget, such as the weird actions that ignorantly got me called....I hate to think about it, but it's...gah..."Weirdo Jacko"--I mean, just WHO the hell would call me this?! This is the 4th worst thing that happened to me, next to being born with an abusive father, and...oh man. The child allegations. Those definitely were close to wrecking my career, and the second that was the closest was in 2005. I mean, what kind of those ignorant fiends would mess with me, the multi-award winning pop artist with decades of experience and skill with millions of MILLIONS of fans?! That ain't fair! It's just so fucking wrong to treat people like me like this!
And now, thanks to those damn allegations, there's a chance that my fans have turned their backs on me, not wanting to associate themselves with me any longer. And this. THIS is why I've lost my motivation to even perform, and so on. Now, look at me. Decades of my groundbreaking music, forgotten, and now I'm just a frail, and seasoned, piece of white, bony shit buried in years of controversy involving children, and plastic surgery. The 2005 trail was gonna be IT. I was absolutely livid, but all they could see is just a stoic face. I thought I was gonna end up behind the FREAKING bars, like my career, which was already hanging loose, would end up in the incinerator as if it had no tomorrow had the judge called me GUILTY. I'm lucky I came out as innocent, but I obviously wouldn't be here the other way.
Now, I just want to return to my earlier years. I wouldn't be taking drugs, like I am RIGHT NOW, and...a-and I would've tried my hardest not to veer towards this current, messy situation. I probably would've been in better terms with Quincy, had I succeeded, but still. Or I could've went back to the Jackson 5 years, but I'll be facing an age-old problem, which was my FREAKING FATHER. I'm not going to take anymore shit from him and his beatings and berating, especially after going back in time! ...Okay. Now I think I'm disconnected from the rest of my family, who I still treasure to this day, made worse by the fact that I have to take care of my precious children, one of who I hope will carry on my legacy.
The exact same face staring back at me...oh, it reminds me of the time when I abused plastic surgery JUST to avoid looking like my father. Perhaps I could've done it less times, but not too less. ...Oh man. I'm al-almost about to c-cry... C'mon, stay strong! B-but...but what's the point if I had not only lost my s-self esteem, but also the loyal fanbase and life that I had carefully built up for decades?! ...Oh well. I sighed, tears dropping down my cheeks from my eyes, as I looked at those pills that I just took. I could just...go on and rant some more, such as that insensitive, racist fuck Tommy, and my wives, but nah...
I just need to get some sleep. Oh well...