𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥

Part 10 ~ Body Language

Michael's Point Of View ~

Rehearsal for this song has been completed. Now, we are ready to film. 

I'm standing on the stage but no audience . . no yet. I see my team around me get ready before it's time to turn the cameras on. I'm by the microphone stand, ensuring it's ready and at my height as I will walk to it, standing by it in the dark before the spotlight shines down on me. So I must check that it is in fact, in position. I am dressed very simply for this short film. I wanted that. But I also wanted to look quite grunge like. 

To match the song itself. 

This white button down shirt is perfect. It just moves with me, I feel. But it's the pants that give it the look that I'm after. They are black buckle pants with a red line up along the left leg. I turn around as I hear someone . . the click-clack of heels seems to echo. The sound getting close and closer. I smile, I can't help it. Already knowing who the sound belongs to. 

"Allie. How is my girl? . . " 

I ask with a smile. Every time I see her, she brings it out of me. I think back to the other day. The newspaper . . just the look on her face. She was so upset, angry but most of all she was so embarrassed. And she has every right to feel that way. She isn't used to it like I am. After that, I am left even more concerned about Allie being in yet another one of my short films. It isn't because I don't love her . . that's not why. It's because I want to protect her. 

From the media. 

They have already come after her more since the 'The Way You Make Me Feel' short film came out. The media . . ugh. They are monsters. Always saying things that aren't their business, things that are just plain not true. Allie tells me that she is fine . . still. But I'm not so sure. Allie asked me if she could be in this short film. She's my girl. Of course I want her to be in it with me but I can't help but to be concerned. Anxious even. I just don't want her to feel like she has no choice, no voice. I want her to know that she sure does. I want her to know that if she changes her mind about her decision . . I will respect that. Most definitely. But not until she says. 

"I'm good. Nervous as usual . . " 

Allie tells me, a nervous chuckle. Her eyes do the same thing as on the last set - looking at everything. She is so cute. I think it's funny. I put my hands around her waist, pulling her closer to hug her. Her arms around my neck, her head turned to the side for me to kiss her cheek. 

"You got this . . " I tell her. 

I look down. My eyes at her heels. Moving up slowly to her full ensemble. She knows. But I just want to make sure she doesn't feel uncomfortable with what wardrobe come up with after my words of thought about it. But again, she says she is comfortable and that I shouldn't worry. She is happy and very excited to play the role of the main girl, once again. She told me so. 

" . . you're sure? . . " I ask her softly. 

"Yes Michael. I love you. Let me be your groupie . . " She states, giggling. 

I must say, Allie looks gorgeous. She is wearing a simple flow black top. The tightest, shortest skirt. No stockings and teetering in those high heels. In my mind, Dirty Diana is to be the baddest, sexiest, most elegant and drop-dead gorgeous women ever seen on the screen. And well, that is Allie. 

My Allie. 

The song isn't about her thought, no. It's just about my life in the spotlight. To journey back all the way to the days when I was touring, travelling and performing all around the world with my brothers. Women always crying over us, screaming over us as they wished so badly, so desperately to date us . . to be with us as they would try to sneak back stage to get to us. The song is about groupies. I hate to say the word 'groupie' but that's what it is. That is what the song is about. Some would disagree, as Allie was a fan before we began dating each other. I know that. But I don't see it that way. She loves me, telling me on that infamous night on stage. And well, I feel in love with her myself. This stage still stands with only Allie and I. Everyone else is occupied. She is looking around once again. Complete innocence is what I see as she does so. I take this chance, steeping closer to her. My arms returning securely around her waist. I kiss her passionately. I feel her arms around my neck again as the kiss gets more and more intense before it breaks. She whines cutely. It makes me giggle.