The Legend of Michael Jackson

Due to my passion and love for the great King Of Pop, I wrote this story for english. Check it out:

Long, long time ago in 1958, the god of music, Palaysis was in depression. He was a towering god, but had a gentle and kind heart.

“ My, my, the Earth has lost its love of music. Wars and segregation haunt humanity,” Palaysis mourned.

His brother, Ozwald, was the god of people and ruled heaven with an iron fist, but always wished to please his younger brother. He felt sorry for his brother and thought of ways to bring cheerfulness to the people and his brother. Ozwald immediately came up with a plan that sparked Palaysis’ mood quickly.

“Don’t grieve my brother,” Ozwald sympathized. “For I have a will and a way to help you and my people. We shall do what we are meant to do and bring peace to the Earth,”

Palaysis rose from his chair and looked onto the balcony. The clouds lifted his palace afloat, as the birds chirped harmoniously, and a glowing red horizon crept over the cloud as sunset was upon them.

“Ozwald, You have just saved me. I am truly grateful. I will reincarnate as a supernatural human being. He will not only bring the richest music to the world, but he will save a country in need of inspiration. His name will be Michael Jackson,” Palaysis roared.

Ozwald brought Palaysis an embryo of a soon-to-be baby. Palaysis put a pint of genius, a gallon of care, a cup of leadership, a quart of passion, a pinch of crazy, and a sprinkle of magic into the embryo. He then placed into the womb of a woman, and by doing so, the Legend of Michael Jackson was born.

Chapter 2

                  “It’s a boy, Mr. and Mrs. Jackson,” the nurse proclaimed as she cradled the fragile baby.

                  Mr. Jackson was holding hands with his wife as she wept and reached out for her baby. She had given birth to 5 wonderful children previously, but felt this one was special.

                  The tall and lanky Mr. Jackson received the baby and without thinking gave him to his mother.

                  “Ohh! He’s beautiful!” Mrs. Jackson exclaimed. “He shall be destined for great things. His name will be Michael.”

                  She then held him firmly and kissed him on the forehead. Mr. Jackson received the baby and looked into his son’s big brown eyes. A tear rolled down his usually expressionless face and placed him down in the cradle.

Chapter 3

                  Michael was quiet and reserved. At a very young age he became interested in music. After the first note he played on the piano, his parents knew he was sent to them from the gods above.

                  At the age of ten, Michael asked his older brothers if they wanted to create a band.

                  “ Come on guys, it’ll be fun!” Michael pleaded in his high, sweet voice.

                  After much persuasion his brothers were all in. They only had one problem, a band name.

                  They brainstormed that whole day until suddenly, Mrs. Jackson called, “Time for dinner, Jacksons, all five of you!”

Each of the 5 brothers looked into each others’ similar brown eyes. They knew what their band name was going to be, but they didn’t know how it would change the African-American’s image and music heard around the world.

Success hit the Jackson 5 at a hundred miles an hour. Their first song, ABC was an instant hit after they were discovered by a talent agent in their little town outside of Chicago. Michael’s high and captivating voice opened eyes as the teen band was shaping the Motown-era. Their trademark afros were sweeping the nation as their popularity grew. Black and white people alike attended their concerts.

“We have one more concert before our tour ends,” the middle brother sighed.

They had given ten concerts on their tour already and their young bodies were wearing down, but Michael never wanted it to end.

“I never want this to stop,” Michael said as he relaxed on a couch.

Heaven

The Jackson 5’s fame eventually reached the gods.

“The plan is going great, my brother!” Ozwald exclaimed enthusiastically.

“He still has many challenges in front of him, Ozwald. We shall wait and see if my creation, Michael, can withstand the challenges of being an icon,” Palaysis remarked.

“We will see,” Ozwald added surprised with Palaysis’ lack of optimism.

                  Michael sat in his room displeased with his brothers as they weren’t as serious as him in pursuing a musical career.

                  “I think the Jackson 5 is over. I want to make my own music and I feel I need to make my way on my own,” Michael explained to his brothers and his strict dad.

                  His brothers agreed as he also got the nod from his dad.

                  “You are old now, Michael, go out and make me proud,” Mr. Jackson embraced him and set him free.

                  Michael never took his childhood fame for granted and he worked hard as he finally broke through in his solo career. He was given an opportunity to act in a movie while coming up with a soundtrack for it.

                  “I like you, Michael, this is gonna be huge!” Bobby Machio, the director said.

                  Thriller the music video was a blockbuster and Michael’s unique dancing and singing had his album going double platinum.

                  Michael soon became more and more respected, but arrogance clouded his judgment and Palaysis’ fear became true.

                  The next few years were hard for Michael. He was jailed twice for days and his immaturity showed when he challenged Palaysis and the gods in heave.

                  “I have reached the unreachable and done the unthinkable,” Michael explained to the press. “Not even god can stand in my way!”

                  This remark shocked many around the world, as Michael was known as a humble, grounded figure.

Heaven

Palaysis was furious, “How could he be so shallow. Michael Jackson will soon wish he wasn’t born,” He thundered.

Michael was going for his regular prayer on a clear, Sunday morning. As he reached his church, a spirit the size of 2 buses appeared.

“Sit down, earthling!” It thundered in a deep voice.

A shell-shocked Michael obeyed without thinking.

“You are my creation, Michael. Your Fame had become great and has your influence in America. This is what my intention was, but your cockiness has crossed the line! From now on you shall be cursed by me, Palaysis. Every day you will have to draw life from your very skin with a needle. Michael, you have 51 years on this earth until the last life is drawn from your skin. And in addition, you shall turn into a white man. Many will question you; your image will be hurt, as haters from all directions will terrorize your heart. I didn’t want to do this but you have left me no choice, Mr. Michael Jackson!” Palaysis’ piercing eyes vanished as Michael stood there.

A jolt of pain rushed through Michael immediately and he rushed to the bathroom. His once soft dark brown skin had turned into a grayish-white shade and his nose had turned into a stub.

Michael found himself making music in self pity and began working on his last album, Dangerous. It was full of sorrow and regret.

“Maybe lord Palaysis was right,” Michael said as his ‘addiction’ to drugs through needles sucked up his life everyday and he couldn’t stop it. “ From now I will be as humble as I once was,”

Michael took steps toward his goal. He opened up charities and worked on replenishing the Earth. Heal the World was the title of his latest masterpiece and showed his commitment to Palaysis’ wish.

The years went on as his punishment lingered and his good reputation was vanishing. His loyal fans though were there from the start to the finish of his life.

He toured and his last album was a hit. Dangerous was released in 1991 showing his apology for his behavior.

“This is an apology to my fans, to the world, and especially god. I have acted foolish and wish to redeem myself,” Michael stated.

On his 50^th birthday, Michael realized he had one year to live. He created as much music as he could because he was forced to draw more and more life from himself more each day.

“ This is bad Michael, the drugs, stop it, we can help you!” his sister stammered.

Michael couldn’t talk about his curse and just said, “Janet, I’m sorry. This is the way I have to live.”

On June 25^th, 2009, Michael drew his last life and breath. Although he died, his legacy continued as an American icon. To this day his throne has never been inhabited and he has remained the King of Pop for over a thousand years.