With Michael

Chapter 27 - The Grammys

10th of January, 1993
Brooklyn is 27, Michael is 34

Brooklyn: Home. What a great place to be at.

We've finished with the first leg of the 'Dangerous' tour, finally. Being in Tokyo for over two weeks tore me up.

"Babe?" Michael called from his closet room. "I need your opinion on something."

"Sure, Mike." I said.

He walked out wearing black jeans, a simple v-neck shirt, and a beautiful white jacket with what seemed like pearls on it. I've never seen it before, it must be new.

"Oh, wow." I managed to say.

"Do you like it?" he asked hopefully.

"I love it, you're so handsome." I answered.

He smiled shyly, then spun around. He really looked beautiful.

"It's for the Grammy Awards. Bush needs to make a few touch-ups, and put the armband on, but it's basically finished." my husband explained.

"The Grammy Awards? You have over a month, and he designed it now?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Yeah, he also has to work on a dress..."

"A dress?"

"You're my date."

I looked at him, a bit overwhelmed, "But I thought Janet was your date, since she's presenting your award."

"She'll be walking with us on the red carpet, but you're my date." Michael smiled.

My mind was shocked, but I was excited.

This won't be the first time I'll be going with Michael to an award show, but it is my first Grammy Awards.

I was supposed to be his date in 1988, but unfortunately I came down with a little bit of fever, so he wouldn't let me go.

I honestly never liked going to those kind of events. I usually went because Michael asked me to, or made me.

These are one of the times he made me. And if he wasn't going to try to convince me, Michael Bush would definitely beg me to go and wear the dress he designed to match my husband's outfit.

I sighed and watched as he gently took it off and returned to his closet room.

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"Have fun." I kissed Michael before he left for the studio.

He had a vocal training session he couldn't miss.

"Thanks, I'll be home around six. I love you." he kissed me as well before walking out the door.

As if on cue, as soon as the door closed the home phone started ringing though the big space of our house.

I hurried to pick it up, "Neverland ranch."

"Brooke?" I heard a familiar voice say.

"Ross? Is that you?" I asked when I recognized my ex's voice.

"Yes! It has been so long!" he said excitedly.

"May I ask how you got this number?"

It wasn't easy to get out private home number. We made sure it was kept safe, except for our close family and friends. Back in our old house, fans used to call all the time and scream in my ear.

"Oh, I called your dad and he gave it to me."

I couldn't lie, I was really happy to hear from him. I haven't talked to him since I saw him at Michael's and I's wedding, it kind of made me feel guilty.