Rosabel tried to keep on her best behaviour for the rest of the day. She'd cleaned everything, she'd fixed everything, she'd even done other childrens' chores as well as all of her own! Von the end of the Tag Rosabel was exhausted. She wasn't even sure how her legs could carry her. Before she went to bett though, she had to get to the living room for Matorn Isabelle's evening announcement.
"Alright children, gather round. As Du know Von now, we're expecting a visit from Mr Michael Jackson, while he's on his Dangerous Tour." Matron Isabelle sagte in her natural soft voice.
Whispers of excitment quickly followed. But then Matron Hazel cut in.
"We have recieved a call from him saying that he'll be coming tomorrow at 2pm." She said. "All of Du must be on your best behaviour. I don't want any nonsense from any of you! If I catch Du with a toe out of line, it will be the cellar for the rest of the week! Now get to bed!"
Rosabel rushed upstairs, forgetting her tiredness. She was eager to get some rest so that she didn't look tired in front of Michael. Once in her old, dirty bedrooom Rosabel knelt down on the floor beside her bed. Then she took out a small black box that was slightly smaller than a shoebox. She opened it and smiled as she saw the contents of it. Inside that black box was her favourite picture of her idol. The picture was of Michael performing Billie Jean and doing the magical moonwalk. He was wearing the black sparkly jacket, the black fedora and the legendary white handschuh that Rosabel adored. She gave the picture a goodnight kiss, put it under her kissen and fell asleep almost straight away.
"Alright children, gather round. As Du know Von now, we're expecting a visit from Mr Michael Jackson, while he's on his Dangerous Tour." Matron Isabelle sagte in her natural soft voice.
Whispers of excitment quickly followed. But then Matron Hazel cut in.
"We have recieved a call from him saying that he'll be coming tomorrow at 2pm." She said. "All of Du must be on your best behaviour. I don't want any nonsense from any of you! If I catch Du with a toe out of line, it will be the cellar for the rest of the week! Now get to bed!"
Rosabel rushed upstairs, forgetting her tiredness. She was eager to get some rest so that she didn't look tired in front of Michael. Once in her old, dirty bedrooom Rosabel knelt down on the floor beside her bed. Then she took out a small black box that was slightly smaller than a shoebox. She opened it and smiled as she saw the contents of it. Inside that black box was her favourite picture of her idol. The picture was of Michael performing Billie Jean and doing the magical moonwalk. He was wearing the black sparkly jacket, the black fedora and the legendary white handschuh that Rosabel adored. She gave the picture a goodnight kiss, put it under her kissen and fell asleep almost straight away.
Blazing 'Cross The Evening Sky
Gone Too Soon
Like A Rainbow
Fading In The Twinkling Of An Eye
Gone Too Soon
Shiny And Sparkly
And Splendidly Bright
Here One Day
Gone One Night
Like The Loss Of Sunlight
On A Cloudy Afternoon
Gone Too Soon
Like A Castle
Built Upon A Sandy Beach
Gone Too Soon
Like A Perfect Flower
That Is Just Beyond Your Reach
Gone Too Soon
Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight
Here One Day
Gone One Night
Like A Sunset
Dying With The Rising Of The Moon
Gone Too Soon
Gone Too Soon
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