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Jane Brendal was young and deepley devoted journalist.
Untill this day she had only dreamd about him, listned to his songs reading his quotes.
But now she finaly had the chance to meet him.
Only the thought of it made mind blurry, her hands shakey, her lips silent.
He was powerful, he was famous, he was MICHAEL JACKSON.
Only one reporter out of maybe a hundred had the chance to meet him, to talk to him, to
be with for at least more than15 minutes.
Therefor she was now sitting in her office bilndly gazeing at the phone.
*Beeeeep* *Beeep*
There, the signal.
�Jane�,she answerd.
�Ms.Jane Brendal?�,said an unfamiliar voice.
�Yes�,her mind went speeding could this be it....
�I must congratulait you� said the voice.�You are the only reporter allowed to meet
Mr.Michael Jackson�
It felt like her heart took an extra spin and she just wanted to scream.
�Me!?!� she asked as this just couldnt be true.
�Yes, you I want you to be outside his hotel next Saturday at15.00�
�I will�,she said.
The rest of the time �til Saturday she was on clouds, she just couldnt sleep, couldnt think
of anything but Him.

On Saturday morning she woke up at 6.30.
She was going to do it today.... She just couldnt belive it.
She looked over her wardrobe, what could she wear.
She took out a beige dress and a little jacket, not to sexy, but still not boring.
She went into the bathrrom took a shower, she was wondering was he was doing how he
preparde for this moment.
She realiesed that she was just one of a thousand reoproters,one of a thousand faces that
he didnt remeber after all.
She put one make up, by the �less is more� style only lipgloss and mascara, at breakfast
she looked truh her questions, they where all the normal ones, thoose sort of questions
that he would answer atomaticly.