let me love you ~ michael jackson & ariana grande

it wasn't your fault

                              March 3rd, 1988

Ariana

"Brandon Adams, your mom has been looking for you absolutely everywhere!" I exclaim while he meekly looks up from a storage closet. "What were you even doing?" I ask while pulling him out of the dirty old room.

"I was playing hide & seek with Michael." He shrugs his shoulders up.

I shake my head letting a giggle slip out.

"Just go to your mom, she's at the snack table."

Brandon's eyes widen. "Is there donuts?"

"Plenty, now go." I gesture to the door at the end of the hall. He quickly scurries off to the door and I can hear it close loudly from behind me.

Now, I just gotta find Michael.

I search everywhere that I can all around backstage and eventually give up and start yelling.

"Michael!"

"Michael, I'm not kidding! The show is in less than 30 minutes." I look around and throw my hands to the side.

When I'm about to yell once more, I feel someone grab me from behind and bring me in a dark room.

I'm close to screaming until I feel the familiar buckles on this persons shirt.

"Michael! There you are. What have you been doing running around playing hide and seek when the concert starts soon?"

"I just wanted to have fun." He kisses my ear and starts to plant little kisses on my neck.

"I know...what you're...oh." I mentally curse myself for letting a moan slip out.

I pull Michael away. "Nope, we are not going to do this right now. You need to get into your outfit and start warming up."

He rolls his eyes before obliging. "Fine. But as soon as the show's over, you're mine."

"Deal." I state, I rush Michael over to his dressing room, Karen coming in ready to do his hair and makeup.

My stomach turns unusually, it wasn't out of nervousness or fear. More like queasiness. I hold my stomach as the ache gets worse. Karen notices, "You okay, Ariana?"

Michael snaps his head back. I incline my head. "I just feel a little sick, do you know where I can get an aspirin?"

"I'm sure the medics will have some." She answers.

I nod and take slow and steady breaths, Michael gets out of his seat and grabs my arm. "If you're not up for performing tonight, you don't have too."

I shake my head. "I'm good, my stomach is just acting a little crazy." I leave Michael's dressing room and walk to the Medics.

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I sit in the wings with Brandon, watching the show that I knew by heart. You might think it gets tiring to perform and watch the same thing every night or so but every show is different. There's always a different feel in the air, never the same audience. It's nice touring the world and seeing how happy Michael makes the fans.