Keep It In The Closet! [Michael Jackson]

It was my first day on the job. I was excited that I nailed it. Though I was not going to be keeping this job for a long period of time. Anyone in my shoes would be dying to have this job and I landed it. I was working for the King Of Pop. Yes Michael Jackson. Only that was not my main job. Not really my job at all. My job was to be a reporter. I know we are hated on. But hey we do what we need to. And everyone always wants to buy the story when the time comes for it to surface. Everyone reads it. I had managed to sign up for this job. I was going to be working closely along side of Michael Jackson. I was going to be his travel companion during the "Dangerous" tour here. I did not have anything against the man. It was really nothing personal. If I could do this then it was going to put me at the top of my game. All I had to do while I was working for Mike was to come up with a story on him. Dig up the dirt. Something that no one else ever had brought up on him before. And that was just what I was going to do. "Monica Harold come this way. Mr. Jackson wants you to get settled in your new living quarters. My name is Jackie Smith. I am one of the butlers on the day shift. Welcome to Neverland" his butler Mr. Smith warmly greets me as he stops to shake my hands while I stand there paying the taxi cab for dropping me off here. "Thank you. I am thrilled to be here" I promise him. •♡•♡•♡•♡• The kind elder man bends down gathering all my luggage in one swoop of his hands. I had nothing to carry. I follow him inside. I was kind of expecting Michael to be there to greet me at the doors. But he was a busy man. I guess I would be seeing him later on?? I notice every little detail there was on the Neverland Ranch coming in. The house so far was blowing my mind. I heard so many things about this home. Now I was going to get to stay here. It was a little thrilling for me. I could hardly wait to see more. I was getting inside the place many of us reporters were just dying to get into. And I was here. We head up to the third floor. And we stop near a bedroom. The butler sets my luggage down on the floor for me. "Mr. Jackson will see you shortly. He had matters to attend to" he informs me. I nod. "Thanks" I say. "So, this is where I will stay?" I ask him. "There is a private bathroom for you as well. Please get settled in. And enjoy your stay" he says to me. He smiles before heading out of there. •♡•♡•♡•♡• My room was bigger than my own bedroom and living room combined together. I spot a walk-in closet nearby as well. I did not have enough clothing to fill that thing. The bed was a large king size bed that rose above the floor. I would have to climb on top to get there. I was rather short. The comforter was a cream and violet color. The whole room was. There were large bay windows on every inch of the walls. Letting the sun flow inside. The energy was soaring in this place. Wood floors. Crisp and clean. Oak I believe. There was a cream fluffy rug on the floor under the bed. I smile as I glance all around me. Wow. I loved it here so far. I walk over to a window. I could see acers of trees. Space. Skies. Blue skies that stretched out like a painting. It was something alright. I look out each window. Taking in the view before me. "Will this room take to your liking Miss. Harold?" I hear his soft-spoken tone come from behind me. A chilling thrill washes in my bones hearing him so near me. I whirl around to see him smiling at me. "Michael hello. We meet again" I warmly greet him. I make my way over to his side. "This room is amazing" I praise him. "Thank you. There are others you are welcome to check out. If you want one of those, we can switch you without any issues" he offers kindly. I shake my head. "Oh no this will do perfectly. I love violet. Purple is one of my favorite colors" I ramble on. "Glad you approve Miss. Harold" he says smiling. "Please call me Monica" I say shyly. He nods as he holds his hands behind him. "Very well Monica. Feel free to use any room in this place. Any but my office or my bedroom. Understood?" he sternly warns me. "The office? Where you work?" I add in curiously, He nods. "I conduct my private work there. No one goes in there but me" he warns me. That was where I needed to go. Bingo. "Sure Mr. Jackson" I say softly. "Michael. Seeing as you want me to call you Monica it is only fair you call me Michael?" he laughs softly. I blush then smile. "Sure Michael" I laugh. "Would you like a tour of the ranch while I have the time?" he offers. I grin happily. "Oh, I would love one Michael" I agree. I follow him out of the room. The day was bright and sunny. I knew today was going to be a day that I was never going to be forgetting. Michael entered my life. I was going to be working and getting to know the secretive pop star. He was handsome. Taller than I expected him to be. He wore a silk red shirt and black pants. His long hair was partly pulled up out of his face while the rest kind of dangled about his features. He wore leather loafers' shoes. They looked comfy. He seemed as shy as they day I met him. Shy spoken but observant to say the least. For a writer you wanted to remember every little detail to be able to tell your story. To make it come alive for your reader. I wanted my readers to know Michael as I was getting to know him. Good or bad whatever I learned the world was going to know the real Michael Jackson. It thrilled me to know I was getting closer and closer to the singer. When really, I was someone, he probably should not be trusting at all in his life. "Seeing as the day is so nice let's begin outside for the tour" he offers to me. "Alright" I agree with that. •♡•♡•♡•♡• He leads the way to a golf cart. I sit beside him as he starts it up. He glances over at me with a boyish sweet smile. A happy twinkle shimmers in his eyes as we back up in the golf cart. It was a warm day there in California. The sun beat down on the both of us. Michael had put on a pair of sunglasses before we began driving around Neverland. Michael drives us around. Looking so at home. In his element. Happy. Carefree. I slide a little as my hands grasp the side of the golf cart while we spun around. Michael pointed at rides there in the front of the ranch. He told me stories on when he bought them. What year and how much each ride cost. The dream he held for having them here. I loved listing to him. I really did. I could listen to the man for hours and never be bored for a single moment. With each story I learned about him, I felt I wanted to know more. More and more. I could see why so many fans were drawn to the man. He drew me in quickly. After the little tour Michael had a train start up. He had a train there! "Michael a real train?" I gasp as my eyes grow wide with surprise. He laughs as he grins at me. "Why not? This place is huge. And what better way to see it all then to go on a train ride?" he brightly says to me. "Come on! Hop on!" he calls to me as he leaps on part of the train. "Alright. I am game" I giggle. I hop on with him. He is seated in front of me. I am behind him. He has an arm draped over the back of his seat. "I helped many kids out there. Moms often come to me begging for help. I love to have fans come out here and be able to meet me. And have a good time. That was the whole point for my carnival" he explains to me. "I never really had a childhood. I love to keep that child in me happy" "I bet this is a perfect way to do that" I say to him. He nods then smiles. "Yes, it is" he agrees. They blow the whistle on the little train up front. I spot a mini zoo. Michael had many animals. I gasp as I point. Wow! Just wow! "Michael! Animals?" I gasp. He laughs and nods. "You are a man of many surprises' Mr. Jackson" I say softly as I smile right at him. He smiles back. I had a feeling I might never want to leave Neverland. This place was magical. A place that dreams were made of. Michael's dreams. He made them all come true. •♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡