Here we go, I knew he would ask and I didn't want to tell him.
"Ummm…" I said trying to find the right words.
"Danni, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I'm just letting you know that I'm here." He said patting my shoulder.
"Oh, Michael. Do you have a shirt I could borrow?" I asked him.
He reached in the back and pulled out a signed t-shirt by him. "I always keep them so I can throw them to my fans." He said.
I nodded my head and the t-shirt on.
"Do not pay attention to Lisa. She's being very stupid today. So if she's mean, ignore her and go to the room I've given you. Oh, and if she even thinks about touching you, stand your ground and yell my name. I don't care if she's my wife; we don't even get along now-a-days." He was just speaking his mind.
"Then why are you together?" I asked.
"She's the only girl I've ever loved. I try everything to keep her happy, it just doesn't work." He sighed.
"Then you don't need to be with a girl like that." I said.
"Oh look, were home. I'll show you around Neverland tomorrow, right now get some sleep." He said.
"Okay." And I nodded.
Michael and I walked into the house, and there was Lisa waiting for us.
"Michael Joseph Jackson… where have you been?" she asked.
"I had a problem, so he came to help me." I said.
"Um, I was talking to my husband, not some tramp like you." She said.
"I'm not the tramp you are. You spoiled little brat. Everyone knows your son is Marlon's have you told Michael that." She jumped in shock.
Michael jumped, and I've never seen him so sad and so angry.
"Is it true?" Michael asked.
Lisa shook her head…yes.
"Get the hell out of my house." Michael said.
Lisa started crying. "But, Michael. It's not my fault." She said.
He just walked right up to his room and locked the door.
"See what you did. LEAVE!" I yelled.
"This is my house. You should be the one getting out." She said.
"You just upset my best friend. I swear to it, you hurt him again and I will KILL you." I said.
Lisa growled and left.
I walked to Michael's bedroom, which wasn't hard to find, since the master bedroom is the one with double doors. I knocked and no one answered.
"Michael. I'm just letting you know that I'm here for you. If you want to talk we can talk." I said. Still no answer.
Then I saw a servant and asked her if there was a guitar anywhere that I could borrow. She went and got it for me.
"Ah. Thank you…" I said
"Marie. My name is Marie." She said.
"Marie. I'll remember that. I'm Danyelle. Nice to meet you." I said shaking her hand. Marie was very polite.
"I have to get back to work. See you around." She said walking off.
I started thinking of a song to sing to him.
"Michael. I'm going to sing you a song, that I wrote when I was 13. It's a good song. I hope you like it."
"There's a hero
if you look inside your heart
You don't have to be afraid
Of what you are
There's an answer
If you reach into your soul
And the sorrow that you know
Will melt away
And then a hero comes along
With the strength to carry on
And you cast your fears aside
And you know you can survive
So when you feel like hope is gone
Look inside you and be strong
And you'll finally see the truth
That a hero lies in you
It's a long road
When you face the world alone
No one reaches out a hand For you to hold
You can find love If you search within yourself
And the emptiness you felt
Will disappear
And then a hero comes along
With the strength to carry on
And you cast your fears aside
And you know you can survive
So when you feel like hope is gone
Look inside you and be strong
And you'll finally see the truth
That a hero lies in you
Lord knows
Dreams are hard to follow
But don't let anyone
Tear them away
Hold on
There will be tomorrow
In time
You'll find the way
And then a hero comes along
With the strength to carry on
And you cast your fears aside
And you know you can survive
So when you feel like hope is gone
Look inside you and be strong
And you'll finally see the truth
That a hero lies in you"
After singing that song and pouring all of my passion in it. Michael finally opened the door.
"That was beautiful." He said. "I didn't know you could sing or write songs."
"There's a lot of talent that I keep hidden." I said.
I got up and sat the guitar down.
He pulled me into a hug.
"Let me tell you, you could be making millions singing and writing songs." He said.
"I'm sure I could, but it seems like a lot of work."
"I can take you under my wing in the music business, and teach you all you need to know. Just at least try one song. Just do one song." He said pleading.
"Okay, I will try it."
"Yes. Thank you." He said hugging me once again tightly.
"Which room is mine, I'm tired." I said.
He grabbed my hand a pulled me to a room a few doors down from his. "This one." He said.
"Okay. Thanks see you in the morning." He nodded and went back to his room. I started singing, to get myself to go to sleep. "And then a hero comes along, with the strength to carry on, and you cast your fears aside, and you know you can survive." I sung going to sleep.