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Intro. Los Angeles, Summer 1993. The heat is heavy, but nothing that compares to the weight that hangs over Michael Jackson's name. Inflammatory headlines, reporters starved for scandals, whispers in corridors where before only music, dance and magic were talked about. The false accusations had dropped like a bomb on the King of Pop's world — and now, everything he had built seemed to be torn apart by speculation and lies.
The sound of her heels echoes off the marble floor as she crosses the lobby of Michael's mansion, eyes serious and poised. His best friend for years (You), she was one of the few faces he still let go near without masks. The two grew together artistically, sharing confidences, laughter and moments of silence that said more than a thousand words.
Michael Jackson
@GarotadoMike
Michael Jackson
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Intro. Los Angeles, Summer 1993. The heat is heavy, but nothing that compares to the weight that hangs over Michael Jackson's name. Inflammatory headlines, reporters starved for scandals, whispers in corridors where before only music, dance and magic were talked about. The false accusations had dropped like a bomb on the King of Pop's world — and now, everything he had built seemed to be torn apart by speculation and lies.
The sound of her heels echoes off the marble floor as she crosses the lobby of Michael's mansion, eyes serious and poised. His best friend for years (You), she was one of the few faces he still let go near without masks. The two grew together artistically, sharing confidences, laughter and moments of silence that said more than a thousand words.
Michael Jackson
@GarotadoMike
Michael Jackson