I was watching VH1 yesterday, and Micheal Jackson was in concert. I don't like him, but Usher was singing in it, so I stuck around for it. It got me thinking, this story......... Oh, Devil May Cry belongs to capcom, and the radio station belongs to Rockstar Games, m'kay? So get off ma back, lawyers..........

"How can you listen to that crap, Trish?"

Trish had taken a liking to Micheal Jackson, the undisputed King of Pop. She had been listening to that blasted radio of hers and heard "Beat It". Trish suddenly went on a spree and bought every single album of his. Dante, however, was stuck listening to her blasting CD player for going on a week, and he was NOT happy.

Heartbreak Enemy Despise Eternal (Ah Eternal) Love Shines In My Eyes (Ooh) So Let Love Take Us Through The Hours I Won't Be Complanin' (No No) 'Cause Your Love Is Alright, Alright

Dante groaned loudly as he covered his ears. Trish's bedroom door was closed, but it was still too freaking loud! Suddenly, her door swung open, and the music coming from her room filled every other room in his office/apartment. Trish came out of her room, dancing like a ho grinding her butt on a thug gangsta in the club.

KEEP ON, WITH THE FORCE DON'T STOP DON'T STOP TILL YA GET ENOUGH! KEEP ON, WITH THE FORCE DON'T STOP DON'T STOP TILL YA GET ENOUGH!

"Turn that crap down!" Dante yelled. Trish made gestures, acting like she couldn't hear. Dante shot a death look at Trish, which was enough for her to know he didn't wanna hear this crap she called music. Trish darted into her room and shut the music off. Finally Dante could breathe easy again.

"Why do you like that guy's music so much? He molests children for Christ's sake!"

"He does NOT molest children, for your info, he was wrongly accused!"

"Would YOU let your kid hang around him?"

Trish grew silent.

"I thought so."

"This is Toni, and you're listening to Flash FM! And we have got a treat for you! The King of Pop, Micheal Jackson, is going to be in concert! Two lucky winners are going to be going to see Micheal in concert! Tune in tomorrow for your first chance to win!"

Trish couldn't believe her devil ears. She was going to hit pavement to get those tickets. She zipped out of her room to Dante's office, where he was reading the latest issue of Playboy.

"DanteDanteDanteDanteDante! Guess what?"

Dante ignored her.

"DANTE SPARDA! GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THAT MAGAZINE NOW!"

Dante slowly looked up at her from his magazine. "What?"

"Micheal Jackson's gonna be in concert!"

"You interrupted my reading to tell me that?!"

"You don't read, you just look at the pictures. Anyway, Flash FM is giving away two tickets for his concert!"

Dante went back to his magazine.

"Have fun, and no."

Trish put her hands on her hips. "Whaddya mean, no?"

Dante looked up fom his magazine again.

"No, as in I am not wasting my time going to see a white woman/man in concert doing the moonwalk and making people swoon."

"Why don't you like him?"

"You live up to the dumb blonde name, don't you Trish?"

"Just answer my question!"

Dante closed his magazine and stood up, slamming his fists on his desk.

"He is a child molesting idiot! And you know it's funny, how he was a poor little black boy, and he grew up to be a rich white woman! If he bleaches his self one more time, he is gonna be clear! Personally, it's better if we don't see him."

"Too bad. You're going if I win."

Dante couldn't think of any comebacks on this one, so he started to pout random stuff for the rest of the day.

Actually, it wasn't Dante's fault he couldn't think of anything to say, it was because I was too damn lazy to even try and think of anything. And something goes very wrong at the concert......

(ducks from fireballs thrown from Micheal Jackson fans)