conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about Michael, Jackson, Paperback with the genre: Biographies & Memoirs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'Michael Jackson'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a story titled Michael Jackson about Excellent, Super, Star with the genre: Arts & Photography, Music.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Excellent story on the Super Star, Michael Jackson. Filled throughout with Color Photos.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for this story.. End with the sentence '"'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Michael Jackson
  We talked and nibbled on the spread of food Mrs. Jackson had put out for us, and then Michael asked if we'd like a tour of the house and the grounds. We saw his trophies and plaques, the gold records and many photographs of Michael with people like Fred Astaire, James Brown, and Elizabeth Taylor, and, well, seemingly anyone who was famous in America in 1983. Michael had impeccable manners and he wasn't in the least boastful about any of this, but you could tell he was proud—a little boy from Gary, Indiana, had managed all of this!
  The last room we toured had a very large glass terrarium with a lid on it. It was on a low table, and it was hard to see what was inside. Jackie and I were looking around, admiring some very beautiful birds in cages, oblivious to what Michael was up to, when suddenly he turned from the terrarium and said with a sweet smile, "Here, Shaye, you want to hold Muscles?" Languishing across his outstretched hands was a very pretty boa constrictor. I took it. It felt like damp silk and, much to my surprise, began to move sideways, so that I was in danger of dropping it. I exclaimed to that effect, and Michael protectively retrieved his snake with a look of abject disappointment on his face. It was only much later, when he teased me about it, that I realized he was hoping—wildly hoping—for a shriek from me and, maybe, a hysterical dash out of the room. He was a kid at heart—then and always.
  Michael lived music, he breathed music. While walking down the stairs or riding in a car, he would open his mouth and a bit of a song he was working on, or a melody that was running through his head, would rise to the listener's ears, and all within hearing range would feel quite amazed to be in the company of someone who was so obviously a musical genius.
  When he was old enough and financially secure enough, created his own world, a place where there was peace and kindness, where every candy imaginable was available in dispensers that don't take money, where a movie theater with popcorn and soda pop sat excitingly empty, the projectionist waiting to hear your wishes, a place where chimps dressed in sailor suits and fun was the only accepted currency. Michael loved being in the company of children, because, as he told me many times, "Children don't lie to you. Children are pure and innocent and good. Being with children is like being blessed, like being with angels."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me another paragraph.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Michael had an amazing eye. It was he who dreamed up the white glove, the bits of white tape on his fingertips, the uniforms. He sought out the best talent to work with and he oversaw every aspect of his music videos, which he actually thought of as short films and always referred to as short films.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about marching, blue-suited, running, thrilling.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Michael had an amazing eye. It was he who dreamed up the white glove, the bits of white tape on his fingertips, the uniforms. It was he who thought that marching down steps with dozens of blue-suited policemen would look cool, that running through the streets with hundreds of men in uniforms would be dramatic and thrilling for the viewer. He sought out the best talent to work with and he oversaw every aspect of his music videos, which he actually thought of as short films and always referred to as short films.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'When he was old enough and financially secure enough, created his own world, a place where there was peace and kindness, where every candy imaginable was available in dispensers that don't take money, where a movie theater with popcorn and soda pop sat excitingly empty, the projectionist waiting to hear your wishes, a place where chimps dressed in sailor suits and fun was the only accepted currency'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: When he was old enough and financially secure enough, created his own world, a place where there was peace and kindness, where every candy imaginable was available in dispensers that don't take money, where a movie theater with popcorn and soda pop sat excitingly empty, the projectionist waiting to hear your wishes, a place where chimps dressed in sailor suits and fun was the only accepted currency. Michael loved being in the company of children, because, as he told me many times, "Children don't lie to you. Children are pure and innocent and good. Being with children is like being blessed, like being with angels."
  Michael had an amazing eye. It was he who dreamed up the white glove, the bits of white tape on his fingertips, the uniforms. It was he who thought that marching down steps with dozens of blue-suited policemen would look cool, that running through the streets with hundreds of men in uniforms would be dramatic and thrilling for the viewer. He sought out the best talent to work with and he oversaw every aspect of his music videos, which he actually thought of as short films and always referred to as short films.
  I was with him a few times when people would come to the house to try to get his approval on merchandise they wanted to create. He wanted it to be of the finest quality, to be worth the money people would pay; he wanted it to last. He was a perfectionist. Look again at the music videos; really look at every detail, note the care taken with every shot, every outfit, the lighting. His hand was in everything, his unerring eye was always the final arbiter.
  In the evenings, we would sometimes see a movie in the screening room. I remember him taking his friend and advisor Karen Langford and me to the L.A. County Children's Museum, which they kept open for us after hours. We exhausted ourselves leaping against Velcro walls, standing in front of spinning lights, and throwing ourselves into pools of plastic balls. On the way home, he asked his driver to pull over somewhere near the intersection of Hollywood and Vine and jumped from the car to dance on his star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, singing some perfect little bit of a song before leaping back in, and off we went into the night. It was exhilarating to be in his presence. He was exciting and funny and brilliant.
  It was in Melbourne that I got to see Michael in concert for the first time. He was an electric performer, and I saw this again and again as we traveled and he did show after show. The crowds were huge and mad for him. I wasn't on tour with him anywhere else, but I can promise you that Australians loved !