In 1994, Chaoyang broke free from the junction of the sea and sky, tearing the night to pieces, opening the prelude to a new year.

Michael Jackson got up in high spirits. Last night was the first time in nearly four months that he had no nightmares or any good dreams with the help of any medicine. This long-lost relaxation allowed Michael to open his mind and let the dawn on the edge of the sky enter his chest. This was also the first time in four months that he truly believed that darkness will always pass, dawn will always come.

Today is the day when the Los Angeles court jury holds a hearing. The court will conduct a preliminary evidence-based trial of the case and then make a preliminary judgment on the nature of the case. However, Michael knows that after the hearing, he and Chandler's lawyers will submit an application for out-of-court settlement together. The next step is the settlement negotiation process. After the two parties reach an agreement, things will come to an end.

"Michael." The call from behind made Michael turn around. When he walked into the room was Lisa Mary Presley, the only daughter of "Elvis Presley". She had just ended her first marriage not long ago and is currently dating Michael.

Lisa saw the long-lost smile on Michael's face, a soft and gentle smile. It had been a long time since she saw Michael's happy expression, which made her eyes a little wet in an instant. "What's wrong?" Michael saw the wet corners of Lisa's eyes and asked.

In this case, Lisa and Elizabeth Taylor's support can be said to be Michael's greatest source of motivation. If it weren't for them, Michael might have given up long ago. So when he saw Lisa, Michael always had more tenderness. He needed this intimate relationship to warm his cold heart.

Lisa shook her head, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and smiled, "No, just happy, because you cheered up again." Lisa walked to Michael, gave Michael a sweet kiss, and then raised the package in her hand, "This is just sent here this morning. I saw the signature of 'Hugo Lancaster', so I took it to you immediately. I know, this little guy has special meaning to you."

Michael took the kraft paper bag and looked at Lisa with her lips curled, "I envy the tenacity of his body. I don't know how many hardships he has experienced to be so open-minded. Compared to his age, this optimism is even more valuable. I long for such a charming person."

Lisa stood on tiptoe and wrote a kiss on Michael's cheek, "I know, so I think there must be a reason he sent this gift today, so I will take it for you first." After that, Lisa patted Michael's arm, "Then I won't bother you. When you are ready, come over for breakfast, I'm ready."

Michael watched Lisa leave the room. He stood beside the windowsill and opened the kraft paper bag, but found that there was a box of cassettes inside, with a card attached, "To Michael Jackson, the road of art is full of thorns, which is also a good thing. Ordinary people are afraid of walking, except for those with strong wills Victor Hugo. The most sincere blessing comes from Hugo Lancaster."

Michael's slender fingers gently stroked the card, and the slightly rough paper particles came with a undulating touch under his fingers. The plain row of black pen letters was powerful and chic, but it seemed to convey infinite power, dancing wildly in the heart.

Michael opened the cassette, which was written in black pen, "Stay till tomorrow (carry.on.till.to touch rrow)". Then he put the cassette into the player and pressed the play button. The clear guitar sound reflected in the morning light and spilled across the room, filled with a halo of sadness and sorrow, pouring down in an instant.

"In my youth, I told myself that I will have my own life, and that I will leave this place where the sun cannot reach. Life is so short and there is no time to wait. When I witnessed the rising morning light, I knew that I must persist and persevere until tomorrow, and there is no reason to regret, persevere, persevere, persevere..."

The fresh and moving guitar sound slowly echoed in the sun, with the sentimentality and feelings of a minstrel, slowly singing his indomitableness and persistence. The melodious melody of sadness conveyed strong beliefs through Hugo's warm voice, and slowly outlined a tragic and spectacular magnificent picture in my mind.

The artillery fire was flying, the broken limbs and broken arms, and the corpses were everywhere. The comrades around were no longer alive. The soldiers who survived the fierce attacks of the enemy could not retreat, and they had no room for retreat. Therefore, even if they knew that they were just a mantis arm to kill a chariot when they went out, no one was willing to give up. They were willing to move forward with the gunfire with their persistence of being generous and unafraid, just to guard the last trace of belief in their hearts. This firm belief made their blood-stained faces burst into dazzling light.

All the gunshots, all the sounds of cannons, all the roars disappeared, and it seemed that the clear guitar sound was slowly narrating the heroism and grandeur of poetry and songs. The soldiers looked at each other, which might be the last glance of their lives. Then they gritted their teeth, held the butt, stood up from the trenches, rushed towards the enemy bravely. Even if they just eliminated one more enemy and one more enemy, it would be a victory!

The roar of "bang bang bang" is inaudible, only the cold guitar sound is echoing, only the warm singing of Hugo is echoing, and the tragic among the ruins is a magnificent poem.

"Break through the sky covered by dark clouds and persist until the end of the rainbow appears before your eyes. Life is so short that there is no time to wait. When I witnessed the setting sun, I know that I must persist until tomorrow, and there is no reason to regret, persist, persist, persist, persist."

Michael suddenly felt a little warm in his eyes. Before he realized it, tears fell down like this. He looked back at the gorgeous sun outside the window, and the tears wet his collar. There are too many people in this world who cannot control their own destiny, but there are countless people who are willing to stick to their ideals until the last moment of his life. The end of the lives of these people is not the real end, because the brilliance of their faith is so sincere and moving.

The sad and painful melody slowly sang in the sun, just like a song coming from a distant battlefield, soothing the souls that have passed away because of war and struggle, calming down their inner indomitableness and despair, but reflecting their faith in the sun, leaving it in the melody, and circulating forever.

"Open the wings of freedom and soar until tomorrow, we will wander in the golden fields of tomorrow. Life is so short that there is no time to wait. When we witness the setting sun, I know that I must persevere and persevere until tomorrow, and there is no reason to regret, persevere, persevere, persevere."

This is the power of music. The clear guitar sounds are cold, making tears unable to stop at all, but it is the cold guitar sound that is as solid as a rock. The power of sadness makes the heart become more and more tenacious, firmer, and stronger after suffering from hardships. Tears wet the face, and sadness takes away the smile, but it cannot erase the will in the eyes. The light from faith reflects the appearance of a six-pointed star under the eyes, and slowly runs towards the distant future with the gurgling sound of the guitar.

"A heavy trip to a section, I release the fatigue in my mind. In order to make the world come back to light, life is so short that there is no time to wait. When I witness the setting sun, I know that I must stick to it, hold on until tomorrow, and there is no reason to regret, persevere, persevere, persevere."

A person's life always has to go through countless ups and downs, but as long as he can persevere, he will definitely reach the other side of success. All people who hold dreams and persist bravely are great.

Layered dark clouds, raging hurricanes, dense rainstorms, endless setbacks, endless fatigue... All these difficulties on the road of life cannot stop the firmness of faith in progress. Rainbows will appear, sunshine will appear, blue sky will appear, freedom will also appear. Life is so short that we have no time to squander, let alone stay where we are waiting or regretting. When the morning light shrouds the earth, when the sunset sinks into the sea level, we always know that a new day will come again. We just need to hold on for another day and hold on for another second, the storm will always pass, and the expected tomorrow will always come.

Michael knew that this was the gift Hugo gave him, a new song written by Hugo himself and played to death, which was never released to the public. In order to cheer himself up, Hugo recorded this song overnight last night and sent it here early this morning, intending to give himself some strength before the hearing. The sentence "persist until tomorrow" does not have the magnificent motivation, but the crying moan; there is no courage to surging blood, but the sadness that is poetic and picturesque; there is no passionate inspiration, but the tenacity of never giving up, but it conveys unswerving beliefs.

Tears broke through like this, but Michael didn't want to stop. He closed his eyes and felt the temperature of the sun shining on his face. Michael knew that he could hold on for a while, and tomorrow was coming.

On January 1, 1994, a jury in the Los Angeles Court held the Michael Jackson Case. The first hearing of the child case was held, with more than 200 witness testimony, but almost all the evidence for Jordan Chandler was adopted, and there was no direct evidence to confirm Jordan Chandler's allegations, and the case was at a deadlock. Michael Jackson and Evan Chandler began to settle out of court.

A week later, on January 7, the two sides announced an out-of-court settlement, and Michael Jackson would pay a total of $10 million for Chandler's family of three and Chandler's attorney Larry Feldman. The Chandler and his son gave up testifying in criminal proceedings.

As a result, both Los Angeles police and jury terminated the judicial investigation in the case on the grounds of lack of evidence, and Michael Jackson was exempted from prosecution.
Chapter completed!