how i met the love of my life. ( michael jackson fanfiction )

the letter

my first conversation with michael was 4 days ago now. my parents were endlessly proud and so happy. but i didn't talk about my personal conversation with michael with them, just about the interview part. i had 5 more days in los angeles now and i wanted to explore everything. i bought so many stuff for my family and i visited tourist attractions. this thing with michael still was all i was thinking about. it was magical to talk to him. and of course i got so much money, because this interview was a true success, but that wasn't even important for me. michael was important. maybe some people think i'm crazy - but i never felt something like that before. but back then i was sure that i'm never gonna see him again. and i didn't like this imagination of never seeing him again, but it was okay. i mean that was the only thing that was realistic. but then, one evening i went into my hotel and walked past the reception. just as always. but then the man at the reception called my name and i turned around. i wondered what he wanted to tell me... i went to the reception and asked him what was going on. he said he didn't really know, a letter was sent for me. a letter? for me? who would send a letter to me? there was no sender on it. i asked the man who gave it to him, but he said it was an unknown sender. what was that? i had no idea. i mean literally nobody knew me here. i was a tourist. maybe it was by my parents? no, why would they send a letter with an unknown sender?? i thanked the hotel man and walked into my hotel room. then i sat down and slowly opened the letter...:
‚5225 figueroa mountain rd los olivos, ca 93441
november 18th 4pm'
what? what was that? you have to know, i had no idea whose adress that was. now i know it and i'm pretty sure you know it too, but back then i really had no idea. the 18th november was tomorrow. i didn't know what to do... should i go there? no. maybe i'd be dangerous to go there. and there wasn't even a name on it.
but then i felt this one feeling again and it told me i should.
so i was going to do it. yes. but i won't tell anyone, but parents would tell me i shouldn't.
and normally they're right, but somehow i had a good feeling and i simply had to do it.