SOFT SPOILER
"I wanna marry you"
"I can't marry you"
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Michael Jackson, the worlds' largest super star known to man, gets lonely when it's bedtime.
Aliza, an upcoming artist has so much to prove to Michael as she hopes to one day compose a...
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Im getting ready and despite how excited I seem, I'm not all that thrilled. It's been nearly a month since I ran out on MJ. We hardly speak when we see each other. I tried calling a few times but he was never responded. I feel horrible for the way I treated him. There's a charity conference tonight we've been invited to and Michael apparently responded that he'll be in attendance with a plus one. I shouldn't be worried about who it is, but I am. I plan to bring Frankee along with me. This event is so important, a lot of stars will be there to help organize a charity for children with intellectual disabilities.
Later that night Charity GO conference Palm Springs, CA
I walk in with frankee and immediately felt the spirit of God. The children here are absolutely beautiful. Frankee and I are both emotional and grateful for this opportunity to give back. My make up is literally ruined from all the crying. I notice a little girl staring at me while the Vice President made her speech.
The little girl had a look in her eyes, as if she's been here before-like she wanted help but couldn't say-a small child seemed to be a survivor-I relate to that look-a look a child shouldn't have.
"Liza...look, look" Frankee whispers and point across the room
I look and of course its Michael with the one and only Brooke Shields. The girl from west side Florida was about to hop out my chair and get on his ass. The nerve. And he thinks this is his way of proving he wants me. Chile please
Frankee is holding my hand tight because he knows me and that's that!
While the presenter is presenting I walk over to Prince, whom by the way adores me and has publicly praised me-which he never does-And catch up with him. We end up talking about his new project Grafetti. As refreshing as my convo with prince is, I look over and MJ is nowhere in sight. At this point I have no interest in playing his game.
I run along to the bathroom to calm my nerves and on my way out Michael is standing there. I try walking around him but he puts his arm up to stop me.
"Michael, are you over here" I hear Brooke say
The entire time I stare MJ in the eyes with complete frustration.
"I'm here" MJ response not breaking eye contact
Brooke comes around the corner and smiles at us and I smile back. I have nothing against her at all and I won't ever disrespect her.
"Hi, Brooke-Michael and I were just talking about our contribution to the charity." I say to avoid any tension
"Brooke-can you give us a moment. I'll be back in a sec" Michael ask but the assertive tone was more of an order
Brooke nods and walks away.
"You're an ass!" I say in his face
"That's harsh...look Brooke and I are friends-"
"Save it. I got you a gift for your birthday. I'll just give it to you later or Janet." I say nonchalantly
"I planned on spending my birthday with you, that is until you ran out on me and ignored my calls."
"You called? But I called you too. Anyway..." I say now realizing how childish I've been acting
"....I wrote you a song. I wanted to give it to you...."
MJ smiles but he still looks a bit sad.
"I've missed you" he says
"Yeah...look-I like you. I wanna be your friend. Can we do that?"
"Just friends?" His eyes intimidate me
"For now, yes. Please. I'm just all over the place. And I know it seems like I'm toying with you but I'm just a mess" I didn't mean to say that aloud
"No." He says with a blank face and dry tone
I'm shocked. And thrown off, I can't even talk
"You hang with me for months and you know I care about you. I've done my best to show you just that and you say you wanna just be friends. No. I won't. We can be professionals and continue be co workers. Aliza, you can't go around in life making people pay for what someone else did to you. If I'd don't that I wouldn't be here now. The song you wrote, I'll take and I'll hold dear to me but that's it....I have to go. My birthday is in a few hours and I don't want to get home too late. I plan to sing and lay down with Bubbles while watching my old show case to brush up on some new material. Get home safe"
He kisses me on the cheek and walk away. I get angry because I'm hurt and yell out
"Well maybe you should hurry and drop your date off so you can go home and sing your fancy songs and be alone"
"Who said I was dropping her off" he responded not looking back and continued walking
Mother-Lover!
My heart is sunken. I messed up. I F'd up. Here this entire time, all these months I couldn't see pass my new fame and tried to prove a point so bad that I missed an opportunity to escape this heartbreak.
I get hot and decide to walk out onto the terrace and get some air.
'Aliza, calm down' I repeat to myself to fight back tears. Suddenly I look up and I hear the thunder, it's gonna rain.
