TMZ reporting that you are dead. My first thought, OK guys...This is TMZ, tabloid...so far from the truth, I'm laughing. Laughing so hard.
CNN getting report right now that you are apparently in a coma.
Michael Jackson, dead?. In a coma? Denial...and sticking to my guns, listening in my heart to exactly what you have told the fans since the beginning...and knowing deep inside, that just like with anything in your life...don't believe anything until you have confirmation. Right on Mike...that's exactly what Ima do. Wait.
Hmm still no answer from Ma. No one phoning back. House or cell phone...no one is picking up. A bit of terror is coming on...okay what is going on?
On the microphone with *Sharon* and *Bretty*. They are in the UK...shear terror, denial, and panic in their voices as well. Shoot.
We are weighing the options, trying to sort thru the details...and seeing if anything is confirmed. Shoot. Nothing.
TV surfing...web page surfing...everything says the same, and yet none of it is making sense.
Adam Lambert sings out "So take a good look at my face, you'll see my smile looks out of place. If you look closer its easy to trace, the tracks of my tears".
Laura snap outta it, that's your cell phone...thought... Ma. Answer it. Second thought, change that ring tone! Grab my cell, look...Eve's picture is flying up on its screen. Ma, finally....
Me: 'Hello?'
Not Eve's voice: 'Laura'
Oh lord it's Pa.
Me: 'Yes'
Pa: "Listen, I have had to take her cell phone away from her. She is just getting jacked up. And we are at the KH. She is crying, and freaking out, this is the only way I could get her to calm down some. People been phoning her telling her that, that Michael is dead."
Thought...
Good lord it is true, and I completely lose control of my body, thought process, and emotions.
Hang up the phone and come back...I can hear *Sharon* and *Bretty* speaking a little loudly...something bout turn it to BBC, no they didn't say that, someone correcting someone. I'm thinking of not disturbing them...then it was out of no where. Over Sharon's mic I hear a British Reporter say,
...It is confirmed, Michael Jackson has died.
I hear nothing but complete and udder screams and crying coming from the microphone...mute, where is the mute button. I can't listen to this private moment, I'm thinking to myself. But they need me...just as much as I need them. Shit!
Muted...I cant listen...I cant believe...I wont believe...
No confirmation, nothing from your family, a doctor, or God forbid a coroner
Its like the world has gone crazy. Instantly my phone is on a steady ring. I can't get Adam Lambert to shut up. People phoning to give me their condolences, to see if I'm OK. To see if this is true. Crying...I scream to B...I don't know!
Facebook, myspace, everyone has lit up their status to RIP MJ, Rest in Peace KOP, Michael Jackson is dead? No way!, The greatest has just died...the list could keep going.
I'm pissed...pissed...but what exactly are you angry at Laura? Beating my fists into my forehead, the only thing that I can make come out of my mouth is simply. 'Michael'
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