Mr. & Miss JACKSON: The Beginning

Chapter 1: Lost and Found

*press play above*
Los Angeles, CA 1984
Aliza POV

Panicking, I rip the papers in my journal yet again. Too many tears hit this time. My notebook is nearly empty. I gotta get out of this hotel before I go crazy. How could I have been so naive? Aliza, is this what it's come to. What is life...without someone to love...to love me back. That motherfucker did it again! Oh gosh, I shouldn't swear. Where's my jacket...  I need some F-N air, now!

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MJ POV

Another night, another show, another appearance. I shouldn't complain. Restless. My head is spinning after being yelled out for nearly four hours. I'm so angry, this isn't like me. I feel defeated. I never felt this way.
"Hey Frank, have someone grab my bag for me please."
"Mike it's nearly midnight. Where are we going."
"I'm going to write. I feel a hit coming"
"Write, can you rest tonight?"
"I need it in the next 10 mins. Thanks Frank" MJ says bluntly and sarcastically.
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Aliza POV
Whenever I am alone. I write. I hum. I release. It's just me and God. I feel like I'm on "E"...I need to be filled up. For a late night it's so clear outside. Families dining, couple cruising the sidewalks, musician acts pretending to be Michael Jackson. If only, I wish. In my dreams. I begin to feel hope despite the heartache that tending to me. I stop to take my picture. Something to hide the pain.

I look in my pocket and grab my journal as I got an idea to write. Fuck. It's stuck at the bottom.
"So much shit in my bag. Ugh"
The bag drops and I'm over it. I toss it and keep walking. Few mins later I stop to get ice cream. Maybe that'll mend this broken heart.
"Strawberry cheesecake pls. In a bowl."
"Coming right up miss...that'll be $4."
"Ok....oh gosh my bag. Shoot. I tossed it. There was about $10 in there. Sorry, next time."
That's so embarrassing
"Wait...I'll pay for it."
I turn around and it some guy in a old plaid shirt.
"No, you don't have to. It's okay."
"Here..." he hands to the cashier.
"Really you don't-"
"Hey it's okay. I only have $8, you can get it"
"Fine...but I'm not giving you anything. "
He says nothing.
"Here's your ice cream. Thanks for coming to Dairy Daisy."
"Thank you...and thank you again sir."
"You already said that lol. But sure thing. Goodnight"
I start to walk away but something stops me.
"Hey!" I yell to the guy.
"I'm not a horse" he laughs
"What's your name"
"For someone that isn't giving me anything...you sure are friendly."
"I'm kind. Not friendly, I'm Aliza. Like
A-Lie-Zuh"
"Nice! ...I'm Ben"
"Well Ben. Goodnight."
"Bye."
I hum Tina tuner as I walk away.
"Lovely voice."
"Thank you." I say surprisingly shy.
"Get home safe. I would offer a taxi but i don't have any money. Can I offer to walk you home?"
"Thanks but no thanks, Ben, I'll manage."

I walk away. Making sure to switch just a little. I'm so crazy. I'm not even like this. I just need a distraction right now.

"Can I call you?" Ben yells.
"Nooo" I yell back from across the sidewalk.
"Ouch. Just when I thought I met my wife"
"HA! In your dreams! Bye Ben!"
I turn around and he's gone.
I'm glad I got out, I should hurry back to the hotel. Gosh, I gotta get another notebook and bag!
———————  MJ POV
I'm laying down. I have to go back to
Encino tomorrow to talk to my family about our upcoming project for inspiring artist. I tried writing but I couldn't. My mine was somewhere else. I hate to get in the way of my music. I get up to use the bathroom. My stomach is turning. Always, the night before a show, I get sick. Couldn't be worst timing.
—————- Aliza POV
Back at the hotel I'm finally relaxed. The sad part is it's temporary. Tomorrow I'll wake up. Sad at once.
"You're a survivor" ...I whisper to myself
"You've got this. It won't last forever. Write Aliza, write! Tell you truth and then sing it.

——-Author Notes
Wow, I wish I could say I'm happy but Aliza is having a hard time tonight. I hope she can make a way to surpass this.
But wait, who was Michael getting yelled at by? He's so secretive already.
Keep reading! This is gonna be the ride of her life so make sure you're with her.
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