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Did MJ Find Love In The Dark (continued)

LindaC781 said:
Want to know what they did? They grew up together, playing music. They were together before they "hit it big". They are both musicians, they share a very special bond there. They know each other very well, they have a deep spiritual and emotional connection that has lasted a very long time.

Personally, I think any great relationship involves trust and love. Trust that the other person loves you for you. Loving that person requires trusting them implicitly.
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Quote: I think any great relationship involves trust and love. Trust that the other person loves you for you. Loving that person requires trusting them implicitly.

Impressive Linda...

:angel:
 
Hey you all!

I've been out for a couple of days and got a little lost on the subject. You're all very creative and imagination flows fast around here! The subjects keep changing and it's a little hard to catch up if you stay out. But I'll try to do it.

After reading some posts, one has caught my attention: MP's question about the possibility of having success both in love and business..

I would say yes, it's possible. Maybe a little hard, but possible. The point and the key for it is balance. If you live with balance, if you're able to share your dedication amongst all the aspects of your life, you'll have sucess in all of them.

For Michael, it could be a bit harder, because he is a very sucessful man and this brings a lot of issues. There's all the jealous and the envy, the people with disguised agendas, all the time he has to spent rehearsing and creating his art. But again I say: it's all about balance.

Michael would have to be able to balance his trust, meaning that he would have to choose carefully the woman he would share his life with. I think he has learned this lesson... unfortunately, with a lot of pain.

And he would have to balance his time too. He would have to find some time to spend with her, to dedicate to her. And this woman would have to be comprehensive, to understand that his job demands a lot of time.

But I guess that true love makes anything possible...
 
Happy Mother's Day to the moms in the thread. See ya! Going to hang out with my boys!!
 
LindaC781 said:
Here ya go MP...you asked for it!! LOL!!
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Wow Linda! Thanks for that video, this song is really good. :wild: I love salsa and Gloria Estefan is wonderful. It is a very hot pace and has much to do with Michael. :clapping:

And I remember the video of "Blood on the dancefloor," is the visual of Michael and Latin. Is that inspired Michael to the video? :scratch:The video has a climate much Latin or am wrong? :scratch:​
 
Ladies & Gents,

We want to know what happened with the Princess and the King..?

Please continue...

:angel:
 
What IS A God Wink..?

"A Godwink is what some people would call a coincidence, an answered prayer, or simply an experience so astonishing that it could only have come from God..!" :cheeky:

:angel:
 
^I like that.

um.. my son was asking for more of the fairy tale as well so I guess I'll have to get to work on it soon. :) The offer still stands for anyone else to take part in it as well :hug:
 
Ape said:
^I like that.

um.. my son was asking for more of the fairy tale as well so I guess I'll have to get to work on it soon. :) The offer still stands for anyone else to take part in it as well :hug:
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:angel:Your doing just fabulous...
 
Like Ape - is the princess famous herself, or does she come from humble beginnings? Maybe I should go back a few pages to read what you wrote so far a little more...
 
I don't know yet. I didn't actually have her as a princess but she somehow got named one by members here. I forget who had first. I'll try to link to the other parts so people don't have to search the entire thread to find them.

Once I get some time tonight I'll get working on it :) Thank you guys.
 
Ape said:
I don't know yet. I didn't actually have her as a princess but she somehow got named one by members here. I forget who had first. I'll try to link to the other parts so people don't have to search the entire thread to find them.

Once I get some time tonight I'll get working on it :) Thank you guys.
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Oh please do...I tried to find that in this thread, but it is just too long to search for....besides, I don't remember what you posted before...
 
Me either...lol.
Phew that took a long time to find. Here you go:

Part 1
Post http://www.mjjcommunity.com/forum/showpost.php?p=1873611&postcount=3615
page http://www.mjjcommunity.com/forum/showthread.php?t=52601&page=241

Part 2
Post http://www.mjjcommunity.com/forum/showpost.php?p=1874043&postcount=3636
page http://www.mjjcommunity.com/forum/showpost.php?p=1873611&postcount=3615

Part 3
post http://www.mjjcommunity.com/forum/showpost.php?p=1879551&postcount=3828
page http://www.mjjcommunity.com/forum/showthread.php?t=52601&page=256

well.... I guess I'd better get to work. Gotta turn the news off so I can think. :) I hope you all enjoy. I'll try to incorporate lyrics or ideas from here if I can. Relate it to the thread more. (I gotta read what I have so far first)
 
Part four... or quatre if you want:

They spent the rest of the evening creating little boats and following them down the stream to see where they would end up, often times into the hands of one of a number of youngsters who had gathered at the pooled water downstream. The same one that the little girl had been at before. As the sky filled with the colours of her dress, it filled as well with their laughter and voices. They talked about everything, and nothing all at once. Both the maiden and the King had smiles from deep down inside of them radiating outwards. So much so that they seemed to create their own light as dusk fell upon them.

The King found himself bursting in happiness and absolutely glowing like he hadn't done in years, if ever. He felt like a child again filled with glee and his whole body couldn't help but break into dance every now and then, jumping up onto a water fountain and swinging round a lamp pole. He was free, and the maiden understood and felt the same. She loved his company too.

She didn't want to leave, though she knew she couldn't stay all night. Darkness pushed out the sunset and replaced it with a star studded story sprinkled in the ebony air with just a touch of magenta holding on.

He pointed out Cassiopeia and told the story the vain Queen. The Lady in the Chair, who for her boastfulness had to be chained to her throne and set in the sky to circle the north star, where she spends much of her time upside down in a most undignified position in the sky to make reparation for her boastful nature and to serve as a warning to all. He also mentioned that she is known as the Celestial “W” and the Celestial “M” which King Michael took a measure of pride in, though not too much as he knew from Queen Cassiopeia's story the dangers of too much pride.

It was getting chilly and the King, while walking with his head upwards towards the sky, found himself alone in the field. As the last bit of magenta vanished from the sky, so had she. She must have drifted away from him while they both walked in darkness while gazing at the stars. He went to call out for her but then realized he didn't yet know this maiden's name. So he called out “HELLO”.

“HELLO, Where did you GO?”

But there was no answer. So the King retired to his castle alone after concluding that she must have gone back to where she came from. He chastised himself along the walk back, for having his head in the clouds, not to watch over her and see that she'd return home safely. Most of all he wished he knew where she went to so he could find her again as he was somehow certain of her safety. She had that air about her that she could take care of herself and would be fine regardless of what happened or who she was with. King Michael could actually sense a flock of angel's around while he walked with her. He was sure of it, and nothing could protect her better than angels, not even himself.



King Michael sat at his writing desk, bursting forth with emotion that he felt he must transcribe from heart to parchment. What could he say. What could he tell her to show her who he is inside? He started to write, scribbled some out, then wrote again.

After a mound of parchment cluttered his drawing room floor and threatened to bury his cat, he sat back in his chair and let himself experience his memories of the time spent with her that night. Then opened his mouth and sang words that flowed as freely as her dress in the midnight air.

“I'm in Love With a Beautiful Girl
I'm in Love With a Beautiful Girl
It's almost Like Dancing
When Romancing in Her Arms
It's just a part of it
Can't you see that I'm in Love
I'm in Love
I'm in Love
I'm in Love Da da da da da da da da
Da da da de da da da da
Da da da da da da da da
Can't you see that I'm in Love
I'm in Love With a Beautiful Girl
I'm in Love With a Beautiful Girl
It's almost Like Dancing
When Romancing in Her Arms
It's just a part of it
Can't you see that I'm in Love
I'm in Love
I'm in Love
Love
Da da da da da da da da da
Love
Da da da da da da da da da
Love
She never knows ...”

He laughed, thinking to himself “, she never knows.. She never knew who I was.” as he grinned to himself. “In love? Did I really just sing that?” The grin wouldn't leave his face, and he didn't care to wipe it off. The moment was too precious to clutter up with thoughts of what he should or shouldn't feel. He just wanted to feel it. To breathe it in. This was a special moment. Of that he was sure. Oh yes, there was something different about this girl.
 
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i like this type post

Ape said:
Part four... or quatre if you want:

They spent the rest of the evening creating little boats and following them down the stream to see where they would end up, “HELLO, Where did you GO?”



there was something different about this girl.
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Ape said:
Part four... or quatre if you want:

They spent the rest of the evening creating little boats and following them down the stream to see where they would end up, often times into the hands of one of a number of youngsters who had gathered at the pooled water downstream. The same one that the little girl had been at before. As the sky filled with the colours of her dress, it filled as well with their laughter and voices. They talked about everything, and nothing all at once. Both the maiden and the King had smiles from deep down inside of them radiating outwards. So much so that they seemed to create their own light as dusk fell upon them.

The King found himself bursting in happiness and absolutely glowing like he hadn't done in years, if ever. He felt like a child again filled with glee and his whole body couldn't help but break into dance every now and then, jumping up onto a water fountain and swinging round a lamp pole. He was free, and the maiden understood and felt the same. She loved his company too.

She didn't want to leave, though she knew she couldn't stay all night. Darkness pushed out the sunset and replaced it with a star studded story sprinkled in the ebony air with just a touch of magenta holding on.

He pointed out Cassiopeia and told the story the vain Queen. The Lady in the Chair, who for her boastfulness had to be chained to her throne and set in the sky to circle the north star, where she spends much of her time upside down in a most undignified position in the sky to make reparation for her boastful nature and to serve as a warning to all. He also mentioned that she is known as the Celestial “W” and the Celestial “M” which King Michael took a measure of pride in, though not too much as he knew from Queen Cassiopeia's story the dangers of too much pride.

It was getting chilly and the King, while walking with his head upwards towards the sky, found himself alone in the field. As the last bit of magenta vanished from the sky, so had she. She must have drifted away from him while they both walked in darkness while gazing at the stars. He went to call out for her but then realized he didn't yet know this maiden's name. So he called out “HELLO”.

“HELLO, Where did you GO?”

But there was no answer. So the King retired to his castle alone after concluding that she must have gone back to where she came from. He chastised himself along the walk back, for having his head in the clouds, not to watch over her and see that she'd return home safely. Most of all he wished he knew where she went to so he could find her again as he was somehow certain of her safety. She had that air about her that she could take care of herself and would be fine regardless of what happened or who she was with. King Michael could actually sense a flock of angel's around while he walked with her. He was sure of it, and nothing could protect her better than angels, not even himself.



King Michael sat at his writing desk, bursting forth with emotion that he felt he must transcribe from heart to parchment. What could he say. What could he tell her to show her who he is inside? He started to write, scribbled some out, then wrote again.

After a mound of parchment cluttered his drawing room floor and threatened to bury his cat, he sat back in his chair and let himself experience his memories of the time spent with her that night. Then opened his mouth and sang words that flowed as freely as her dress in the midnight air.

“I'm in Love With a Beautiful Girl
I'm in Love With a Beautiful Girl
It's almost Like Dancing
When Romancing in Her Arms
It's just a part of it
Can't you see that I'm in Love
I'm in Love
I'm in Love
I'm in Love Da da da da da da da da
Da da da de da da da da
Da da da da da da da da
Can't you see that I'm in Love
I'm in Love With a Beautiful Girl
I'm in Love With a Beautiful Girl
It's almost Like Dancing
When Romancing in Her Arms
It's just a part of it
Can't you see that I'm in Love
I'm in Love
I'm in Love
Love
Da da da da da da da da da
Love
Da da da da da da da da da
Love
She never knows ...”

He laughed, thinking to himself “, she never knows.. She never knew who I was.” as he grinned to himself. “In love? Did I really just sing that?” The grin wouldn't leave his face, and he didn't care to wipe it off. The moment was too precious to clutter up with thoughts of what he should or shouldn't feel. He just wanted to feel it. To breathe it in. This was a special moment. Of that he was sure. Oh yes, there was something different about this girl.
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How about this to continue?

King Michael had had his fair share of heartbreak growing up. The very people he gave his heart to broke it so many times in such horrible ways. Eventually, he let the wounds heal - creating a scar over his heart that at times was impenetrable.

When this maiden came into his life, he was at his peak. He was king of the land, and many beautiful maidens fought to get close to him. However, his heart was still with one that he dreamt of...one that was so special, he could picture her in his mind.

The maiden brought to life all that he ever really truly wanted in this world. She was a beautiful, humble, yet ethereal commoner that touched his heart uniquely. She played at the strings of his heart effortlessly...without knowing it.

She was the one he dreamt of constantly! However, being the King - he had this fear of success. He was so successful in one area of his life, he didn't feel like he deserved being successful in the most important aspect of his life, his heart. So he tried to keep his feelings at bay about her....he didn't feel that he deserved to be successful in both business and love. It just didn't happen. Every time he felt truly happy before, someone was bound to knock that down a few pegs. He didn't want to feel that abject sadness again.....he was afraid of losing himself in the feelings he had for her...
 
Ape said:
Part four... or quatre if you want:

They spent the rest of the evening creating little boats and following them down the stream to see where they would end up, often times into the hands of one of a number of youngsters who had gathered at the pooled water downstream. The same one that the little girl had been at before. As the sky filled with the colours of her dress, it filled as well with their laughter and voices. They talked about everything, and nothing all at once. Both the maiden and the King had smiles from deep down inside of them radiating outwards. So much so that they seemed to create their own light as dusk fell upon them.

The King found himself bursting in happiness and absolutely glowing like he hadn't done in years, if ever. He felt like a child again filled with glee and his whole body couldn't help but break into dance every now and then, jumping up onto a water fountain and swinging round a lamp pole. He was free, and the maiden understood and felt the same. She loved his company too.

She didn't want to leave, though she knew she couldn't stay all night. Darkness pushed out the sunset and replaced it with a star studded story sprinkled in the ebony air with just a touch of magenta holding on.

He pointed out Cassiopeia and told the story the vain Queen. The Lady in the Chair, who for her boastfulness had to be chained to her throne and set in the sky to circle the north star, where she spends much of her time upside down in a most undignified position in the sky to make reparation for her boastful nature and to serve as a warning to all. He also mentioned that she is known as the Celestial “W” and the Celestial “M” which King Michael took a measure of pride in, though not too much as he knew from Queen Cassiopeia's story the dangers of too much pride.

It was getting chilly and the King, while walking with his head upwards towards the sky, found himself alone in the field. As the last bit of magenta vanished from the sky, so had she. She must have drifted away from him while they both walked in darkness while gazing at the stars. He went to call out for her but then realized he didn't yet know this maiden's name. So he called out “HELLO”.

“HELLO, Where did you GO?”

But there was no answer. So the King retired to his castle alone after concluding that she must have gone back to where she came from. He chastised himself along the walk back, for having his head in the clouds, not to watch over her and see that she'd return home safely. Most of all he wished he knew where she went to so he could find her again as he was somehow certain of her safety. She had that air about her that she could take care of herself and would be fine regardless of what happened or who she was with. King Michael could actually sense a flock of angel's around while he walked with her. He was sure of it, and nothing could protect her better than angels, not even himself.



King Michael sat at his writing desk, bursting forth with emotion that he felt he must transcribe from heart to parchment. What could he say. What could he tell her to show her who he is inside? He started to write, scribbled some out, then wrote again.

After a mound of parchment cluttered his drawing room floor and threatened to bury his cat, he sat back in his chair and let himself experience his memories of the time spent with her that night. Then opened his mouth and sang words that flowed as freely as her dress in the midnight air.

“I'm in Love With a Beautiful Girl
I'm in Love With a Beautiful Girl
It's almost Like Dancing
When Romancing in Her Arms
It's just a part of it
Can't you see that I'm in Love
I'm in Love
I'm in Love
I'm in Love Da da da da da da da da
Da da da de da da da da
Da da da da da da da da
Can't you see that I'm in Love
I'm in Love With a Beautiful Girl
I'm in Love With a Beautiful Girl
It's almost Like Dancing
When Romancing in Her Arms
It's just a part of it
Can't you see that I'm in Love
I'm in Love
I'm in Love
Love
Da da da da da da da da da
Love
Da da da da da da da da da
Love
She never knows ...”

He laughed, thinking to himself “, she never knows.. She never knew who I was.” as he grinned to himself. “In love? Did I really just sing that?” The grin wouldn't leave his face, and he didn't care to wipe it off. The moment was too precious to clutter up with thoughts of what he should or shouldn't feel. He just wanted to feel it. To breathe it in. This was a special moment. Of that he was sure. Oh yes, there was something different about this girl.
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:angel:Love It...Keep It going...Smiles~~~
 
LindaC781 said:
How about this to continue?

King Michael had had his fair share of heartbreak growing up. The very people he gave his heart to broke it so many times in such horrible ways. Eventually, he let the wounds heal - creating a scar over his heart that at times was impenetrable.

When this maiden came into his life, he was at his peak. He was king of the land, and many beautiful maidens fought to get close to him. However, his heart was still with one that he dreamt of...one that was so special, he could picture her in his mind.

The maiden brought to life all that he ever really truly wanted in this world. She was a beautiful, humble, yet ethereal commoner that touched his heart uniquely. She played at the strings of his heart effortlessly...without knowing it.

She was the one he dreamt of constantly! However, being the King - he had this fear of success. He was so successful in one area of his life, he didn't feel like he deserved being successful in the most important aspect of his life, his heart. So he tried to keep his feelings at bay about her....he didn't feel that he deserved to be successful in both business and love. It just didn't happen. Every time he felt truly happy before, someone was bound to knock that down a few pegs. He didn't want to feel that abject sadness again.....he was afraid of losing himself in the feelings he had for her...
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:angel:Love It...Keep It Going...Smiles~~~
 
The maiden walked in a cloud of light back to her humble abode. Why does she feel something special in her heart for this man that came to her and watched her make boats? He pulled at her heartstrings, but she didn't know why. Could this be love? She never really truly felt love before....and she was too shy to say anything to the handsome stranger for fear of losing his precious company...

Shyness had always been a friend to her. She could hide away from others, embarrassed for what they might say or do to her if they ever found out what she truly felt. She didn't know anything else but humbleness and shyness, they were a part of her life.

You see, heartbreak came into her life in many forms too. The people that loved her and cared for her also turned on her on occassion. She had problems interacting and trusting others because of that. You see, she also had a fear of success. She felt that she could never be truly happy - she didn't deserve to feel good.

When that handsome stranger came to her, at first she just didn't know what to say or how to say it. The words tried to come out, but got strangled in the process....so she didn't say anything until he decided to lay in her special spot!! Then, she just couldn't hold back anymore. Something was very very special about him....something was drawing him to her and her to him like a very powerful magnetic force that she just didn't understand...
 
LindaC781 said:
The maiden walked in a cloud of light back to her humble abode. Why does she feel something special in her heart for this man that came to her and watched her make boats? He pulled at her heartstrings, but she didn't know why. Could this be love? She never really truly felt love before....and she was too shy to say anything to the handsome stranger for fear of losing his precious company...

Shyness had always been a friend to her. She could hide away from others, embarrassed for what they might say or do to her if they ever found out what she truly felt. She didn't know anything else but humbleness and shyness, they were a part of her life.

You see, heartbreak came into her life in many forms too. The people that loved her and cared for her also turned on her on occassion. She had problems interacting and trusting others because of that. You see, she also had a fear of success. She felt that she could never be truly happy - she didn't deserve to feel good.

When that handsome stranger came to her, at first she just didn't know what to say or how to say it. The words tried to come out, but got strangled in the process....so she didn't say anything until he decided to lay in her special spot!! Then, she just couldn't hold back anymore. Something was very very special about him....something was drawing him to her and her to him like a very powerful magnetic force that she just didn't understand...
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Great Story...tell us more

:angel:Giggles~~~
 
Thank you guys and nice work Linda :) thanks for participating in writing too. Anyone else is more than welcome to as well. It fit in nicely Linda.
 
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