Michael and Quincy sat in the room, listening to the tapes that were recorded just a few hours ago. It was unclear what Quincy thought, but Michael felt the grown up and disco feel it had. " This is gonna sell." He mumbled excitedly. Quincy nodded in agreement before standing up. " hey Mike, I gotta go, my wife Peggy is waiting for me. And so is her udang gumbo. See ya later Funky." He left.

Now I was alone, with nobody to be found. So, I packed up everything and left. Mother was probably get worried, so I called my driver to get me home, since my car was in the toko getting repainted.

Dear Michael Jackson

I know anda aren't here with us now, and heaven took anda to soon. If only anda could read this, I want anda to know that we your fan will never forget anda atau your amazing legacy. I continue to play your musik in my car, and when I am at halaman awal at times. anda run across my mind everyday, and not a hari goes oleh that I don't think about anda atau your amazing legacy. Your musik pulls me out of my darkest hours, and brightens them, and I am so blessed I met so many people here at the Michael Jackson fanpop Club. I am menulis from my heart, and I just want anda to know how much we cinta and miss anda Michael.

~ Love, Cody.