[MJ Fanfiction] What Happened That Day

Part 39: Here we are again

Michael's point of view

"Well, the tour is going well! I'm surrounded by very professional people, and they know exactly what I want. I'm really lucky." I said with a smile.

"There is a rumor which says that you fired your manager, Frank DiLeo, is this true?" The interviewer asked me.

"Um, I didn't circle that question" I said, chuckling nervously. 

"Guess we'll know in time." The interviewer said, smiling. She took a quick look at her paper in her hands, and asked me, "What about your love life? Is there someone in your life?"

I felt myself blushing. I don't know why I agreed to answer this question. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to say to the world that I'm in love with the greatest woman in the world, but I think it's a little bit too soon. My family doesn't know about it yet, and I don't want them to learn about it in the press. I took a quick look at June. She was smiling. This smile of hers is so beautiful... Wait, is she forcing it?

"Let's say I'm in love." I said with a nervous grin. Boy, I feel so embarrassed.

"So there is a lady in your life, right?"

"I said I'm in love, not in a relationship. I can be in love without being involved in a relationship." I stated.

"Um, right. Is this person famous?"

"Maybe, maybe not." I said, laughing.

"You're such a mysterious man, Mr. Jackson!" The interviewer said, laughing.

"I need my privacy, you know. It's hard sometimes to keep it."

"Sure. I understand..." She said. She looked once again at the paper in her hands. "Last question now. Can you look at this camera right here and say something in French for your French fans here?"

"Sure!" I said, turning to the camera. "Um... Merci de votre soutien. Cela représente beaucoup pour moi. Um... Je vous aime, Dieu vous bénisse. [Thank you for your support. It means a lot to me. I love you, God bless you all.]" I declared with a smile. I turned to face the interviewer.

"Wow! I didn't know you speak French that good!" She said in shock.

"Well, I hired a translator for this tour, and she taught me some French. She deserves all the glory for this." I said with a grin, taking a look at June who was blushing.

"She did good!" She marked a short pause. "Thank you for being here, Mr. Jackson. It was an honor to talk to you this morning." She turned to the camera, and said goodbye to the viewers.

"That's a wrap!" Yelled someone behind me. "Diane, you were great. And thank you, Mr. Jackson. You did great too." Said a tall man, shaking me hand.

"Thanks. And thank you for having me." I shyly said, letting go of his hand.

I returned next to June, and she handed me my leather jacket. I put it on, waving one last time to the people present in this hotel room, and we headed outside. My bodyguards Bill and Pit were waiting for us, and as soon as we got out, they lead us to the elevator. I took a look at June, and noticed she had a weird expression on her face, like she was nervous. Did I say something wrong?

"How was the interview, Mike?" Asked Bill, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Um, as always... I don't like interviews, I do it for the fans. But the interviewer was nice. She didn't ask as much private questions as I was expected."

"Good" said Bill.

When I was about to speak to June, the elevator's door opened, and the screams of the fan outside became louder as we reached the hotel's doors. When we got out of the building, some fans tried to take my hands, my arms and even my hair. Wow, those fans really are wild...
When we reached the limo, Bill took a seat on the driver's seat, and Pit Sat next to him at the front. As a consequence, June and I were alone at the back. Good.