Together Again (A Not So Romantic Lovestory) || Michael Jackson

58 - Zeroth

Happy Holidays, besties! I hope you are all having a blast! ❤  Updating is a form of gift so... hahaha. Anyway, I published a new holiday fic entitled, THE LAST STOP. I hope you'll have the time to give it a try :)

Faye

The whole room is dark. Random flashy and colorful lights are making me blind. Actually, it is not as dark as the clubs since I can still see the floor and the people around me clearly. This party is not having that clubby ambiance.

Michael was right. There's no need to be fancy. This party is a random reunion of the people who are involved in Michael's tour. Maybe, it is their way of coping with the work stress and home sickness. Also, a some sort of celebration for another round of successful shows.

Just like what Michael told me earlier, nothing fancy so I just decided to wear a maroon casual dress. It is an inch above my knees. It is a sleeveless dress with no plunging neckline. No, it is not revealing. I'm not wearing revealing clothes. It's just not my thing. This skater dress is comfortable and presentable enough for this party.

Michael didn't complain though so I think, my outfit is okay. Not that he has a say but, well, it was just nice to hear something from someone.

The loud sound is banging my ears. This is how you get your eardrums bursted. Not through a vibrating phone. Damn, Tarzan.

Speaking of Michael, I don't know where he is. The night is at its peak and I already consumed a good amount of alcohol. I'm tipsy and dizzy and maybe, drunk.

I'm sure I'm drunk. I have so many senseless thoughts in my head right now.

Michael is just talking to random people earlier but now, I have no idea where he is. Maybe, he is in a random vacant room, making out with a random girl.

I'm just kidding. He is not like that.

I'm just relaxing myself in this freaking table with the ones I met earlier. Everyone is good. Everyone is great. It seemed like, every people in this room is handpicked by Michael because the people are so nice.

"Why are you drowning yourself in here? You're not enjoying the party?"

My little quiet bubble bursted when David, one of Michael's dancers, approached me and occupied Michael's seat. I don't mind though. I already met him way back in New York. He is a nice guy.

"I'm okay. I'm just not in the mood to dance around." I smiled.

The loud speakers are booming an upbeat song so the dance floor is pretty wild. Alcohol is flowing and a great music is playing so I can conclude that at least half of the people in this room are already wasted.

"Good thing you paid a visit."

"I'm not really here for a vacation. I came here because my job asked me to." I explained. "You know how that works."