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Being There	By : Carlac80 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Michael Jackson Views: 1356 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know Michael Jackson nor any members of the Jackson family, and I do not profit from these writings.

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As said in the disclaimer, I don't know MJ nor his family. I am just another mourning fan and this is one my outlets. I don't mean to offend if it does and I hope it may make some other fans feel a little brighter in a darker world. RIP MJ.
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My name is Janice Lane and this is my story. For one that has long been a fan of science fiction and fantasy, the following events sound just like something that would come deep from the minds of Rowling or Wells. However, I ensure you that it is not. I have no concrete proof with the exception of my own memories and intimate knowledge of persons that I will never betray. To most, I sound like another deluded fan with aspirations of grandeur and I would have it no other way.

The beginning of my adventure actually begins with a tragedy. A death. A death of a talented man who left his mark on the world in numerous ways…

June 25th 2009 was the end of his journey and forged the beginnings of mine. At the ripe old age of twenty-five, I was still trying to find my way in the world and overall still felt unfulfilled. Despite having a degree in biology, I was still undecided as to what I wanted to do with my life. So I found myself working in a biomedical lab running routine tests day in and day out. I was still at home with mom and dad with no boyfriend and little possibility of getting a boyfriend. My companion of choice when not working was the internet and books. Sometimes I really couldn’t wait to get home to get lost in the land of fantasy and watching the change in the characters.

So while performing a DNA test and thinking about the Harry Potter fan-fiction that I couldn’t wait to be updated, I heard the shocking news on the radio…

Michael Jackson dead at 50.

At first I thought someone was joking until I turned the channel and eventually turned on the television in the break room to see the all the media saturated with this story. Dance tributes breaking out worldwide, tear filled men and women of various ages and races, and teary eyed celebrities bombarded me for days on end when I turned on the television, surfed the web, or listened to the radio.

However, I went on with life as usual. I took no part in the water cooler discussions pertaining to his death or his other eccentric aspects. I didn’t reminiscence on the good times nor did I add my fifty cents in regards to the bad times. For anyone looking in from the outside, it would appear that I just didn’t give a damn. What neither others nor I knew were that I was in a state of shock and I was jarred out of that shock at the memorial service by video footage of a twelve year old boy in cocked purple hat singing his heart out. By the end of that song, I was crying and I didn’t know it. At that moment, my curiosity, or some would say obsession began.

Don’t get me wrong, I had always been a fan of Michael Jackson. But being born in the eighties, I only knew The Michael Jackson with the record breaking Thriller and Bad. I knew of the eccentric behavior and the court trials. I even admit to making the occasional ignorant comment regarding his ever changing appearance. With the various media outlets showing footage and playing songs before Thriller, I just knew I had to have more and via my trusty friend YouTube, I saw more than just the King of Pop at various stages of life.

I saw an adorable precocious child. I saw a breathtaking vocalist endure and come out on top of one of the most devastating changes in a child vocalist’s life, puberty. I saw a true triple threat even though he chose not to pursue acting. More importantly, I saw a beautiful soul with a beautiful smile that stuck with him throughout the duration of his life despite the changes, challenges, and hardships. Unfortunately, I also saw an isolated and lonely soul despite being in a room full of people. I saw a man who became a victim of his own success and power, a power he didn’t ask for yet people nonetheless felt threatened by. I saw man who couldn’t do the simple things in life like walk down the street or take a drive to the mall. I saw man due to his inability to experience reality forced to create his own reality and consequently punished for it by the same public that prevented him from experiencing reality in the first place.

Spending an inordinate amount of time in front of my computer, I laughed, cried, cheered, and damned near frothed at the mouth in anger at some of his experiences. At the end of watching it all however, I couldn’t help but feel a severe bout of sadness. Not sadness at his death mind you because that is a path we all have to take as mortals; but the realization that he may not have achieved person happiness despite all his blessings is what makes me cry for him.

Next I wondered why. He had four other people going through this same pandemonium right there beside him and yet managed not to be as affected by motions as he was. After researching his brothers and their individual paths, one common entity appeared and the simplicity of it broke my heart: A true friend. They all except for Michael had someone they connected to before they blew up and kept those contacts. They had persons to see them as boys, men, buddies, and old teammates rather than entertainers, rich kids, and heart throbs. I guessed with him being so young, he never had the time to make those connections and I desperately wished he did because let’s face it; it’s just some things you don’t want to tell your family and that was probably compounded by his family being the business. I’m no psychologist and can't even pretend to know him like that but I couldn’t help but wonder what a difference it would have made for someone to be there and be that infusion of reality, support, and love with no strings attached.

It was with that sad thought that I went to bed and unwittingly sparked the beginning of my journey.
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