Michael Jackson is a grocery worker and he has a speech problem. Over the years, since he was a kid, all he every got was bullying and abuse from his father and many people through school. He grew up being too shy to talk and he writes through paper...
Tonight was easy Jazz night and I got ready. Once I drove home from the library, I placed my books down and went to take another good shower to get dressed up tonight. I loved the small crowds and the people loved me. But tonight I wasn't singing, I just wanted to enjoy and nobody knew I couldn't really talk besides the bartender and manager.
Thirty minutes after I was ready, I posted some food in Chester's bowl and gave him some water. I grabbed my phone and keys then walked out the door, locking it shut. I got inside my car and started it, I took a deep breath and drove to the jazz club.
Angel
Tonight was a good night. I had just made home from the library and I went to check on my grandfather. I placed my keys down and I took off my coat to go and check on him. I walked in his room and he was sound asleep. I walked to his bed and kissed him on the forehead.
He is the only one I ever knew who took good care of me when my parents died. But hey.. he was a good man. I went back to my bedroom upstairs on the third floor and I took of my comfy Librarian clothes and slipped on something better. Tonight my friend Cleo wanted to take me to this popular jazz place and she was saying that some hot guy would sing there sometimes.
I couldn't think of any hot guy besides the one that I ran into today. It was very rare but it happened. He seemed so cute while being so shy. I guess my beauty attracted him because he was hot when he stuttered like that.. I didn't think that I could have that affect on someone.
After an hour, I got ready and called over my neighbor. She loved my grandfather too and she would come by to keep an eye on him for me. When she knocked I was ready to leave, I went to open the door.
"Hey girl!! Grandpa sleep?" She asked. She was a tall short haired blonde. But she was mixed her daddy white, mother black.
"Hey girl and yes he is.. I'm just going to be out for about an hour. I had to hit this Jazz spot, oh and one day when my grandfather is up during the day, I wanted to take him to that aquarium out of town, we would love for you to come along. He loves you as if your his own granddaughter." I said.
"Oh that would be nice, can my daughter come too, she loves fish!" She asked.
"Of course she can come too! I'll call you and we can get things together." I said.
I gave her $300 and gave her a hug. She smiled and was going to hand it back but I insisted. I left out and took my car to meet Cleo to the club. I could wait to see this for myself.
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I finally make there and I met up with Cleo.
"Hey girl you ready for jazz tonight?" She asked.
"Of course bitch. I'm sooo ready you know I love my jazz. You been here before?" I asked her. She knew I didn't really go out much because of my grandfather but she knew that most of the time I was either out jogging in the mornings, working at the library or just browsing behind the scenes. Another passion I had was art, I loved to draw and I used to be a little preschool teacher but I had to quit due to my grandfather's illness.
"Girl yeah.. maybe if I see that guy I could introduce you.. he don't talk but in here he's so popular. I don't know why he don't talk. I asked the manager of this place but he's saying that it's private. I don't know." She said.
I pondered about that statement, as we walked inside the cafe. It looked like a cafe but it was kinda like a bar. There was a small stage, low class people having drinks, some were smoking and it was pretty chill In here. The people who were performing were my favorites The Dom Cherry and the mint pinks.. (to my readers that's a fake name.. do not google them.)
We found us a table and a small framed girl walked over to us. "Hello.. welcome to the Classy Cafe.. I'm Erin. What can I get you two to drink?" She said.
I looked at Cleo, "I'll have an iced tea and my friend will have the same.. southern style." She said, "Oh is that guy here?" She asked.
I kicked her leg under the table, "Damn bitch!" She yelled. "Girl.. can I feel the vibes first before you go searching for me. I am glad to be single for now.. that way I won't have a stalker." I said.
"Anyways I just want to see where he is located?" She said. The girl looks over her shoulder and pointed to a guy wearing a red and black outfit. His small but muscular frame filled him in, his curly hair was short but cute. He was looking towards the stage and drawing on some paper. He looked so happy to be here because he kept smiling.
"Hey wait.. I think I may have seen him today." I said. As Cleo and Erin looked at me, I looked square at him one more time before saying, "Hold on I'll be right back." I said getting up and being careful not to scare him.
As I got closer to him, he looked up at the stage and then he looks in my direction and I froze. I stopped dead in my tracks, the guy was staring daggers and my heart was beating too fast. It wasn't until my arm got pulled and Cleo was shaking me from my glare.
"Girl what the fuck is wrong with you. Why are you standing there.. your not gawking people again are you?" She said as she snapped her fingers in my face.
"Bitch that's him. That's the guy from the library." I said as she looked at him, her eyes shot back at me.
"Bitch he was just smiling at you like five seconds ago and I mean spill the tea.. girl what happened?" She asked.
"I mean.. it was a simple hi and then I have him his library card that he dropped. His name is Michael, I never seen him in there before and it was probably because Louise had me scheduled for the downstairs work." I said.
"Okay Michael.. come on let's go!" She grabbed my arm and practically ran to his table.
"Cleo what are you doing? You don't want to scared him." I almost yelled. "Girl, you need a friend.. a guy friend. You can thank me later.. I have a good feeling about this guy." She said.
As we reached to his table, Michael looks up but he's in shock mode. He looked at Cleo and then he looked at me. His eyes never left mine and then I looked at Cleo.
" Please tell me why are we on this side of the cafe?" I asked she looked down at Michael who was still completely stunned.
" I'm Cleo and this is my best friend Angel. She's single and she needs a friend. Your name is Michael right?" She asked.
Michael nods and let's his head hang low. I looked at Cleo. " We have ruined this man's night?" I tried to walk away.
"N-n-no." I stopped and turned around. Michael had his hand up motioning for me to come back.
I closed my eyes and counted to five. I walked back and he moved his black book from our of the chair next to him.
" Cleo you so owe me this time." I said. She looked at me and laughed. "No just thank me later.. maybe you guys will sing together." She said.
To be continued... It's not over..
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