Even though I'm a singer myself, I was so star struck and amazed to see the man I've been listening to since age 9 right in my face.
"Oh my God! I know exactly who you are! My name is Angel. I'm such a huge fan!"
"Awe! Thank you so much. I'm such a huge fan of you as well. I listen to your music everyday!", he said in that soft voice I love so much.
Hearing him say that had me smiling harder than Mickey Mouse!This doesn't even feel real. Imagine the person who's your biggest inspiration becoming your biggest fan.
"Thank you so much. That means everything to me. I'm terribly sorry for my late session and sorry to keep you guys waiting.", I reply, embarrassed that I was holding Michael up.
"Oh no, Angel. We are the ones who should be sorry. Shouldn't we, Andre?", Michael says as he looks at Andre expecting him to apologize to me.
"Michael, we don't have tim-"
"If you won't be a man since you were the one in error and apologize, you can forget about this session and that way you'll have all the time in the world.", he says in a sarcastic but calm tone.
I stare at Michael so surprised and shocked. My favorite artist, and not to mention celebrity crush, was taking up for me and defending my honor. Finally, Andre mans up and decides to apologize.
"Angel, I'm very sorry. I had no reason to disrespect you and come at you like that. A lot has been going on and I took my frustrations out on you. Please forgive me.", he says sincerely.
"It's okay, Andre. I forgive you. Just remember you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.", I say as I give Andre a hug to assure that all was forgiven. Out the corner of my eye, I saw that Michael was staring at me.
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"What?"
I honestly thought I had something on my face. Why else would he be smirking at me?
"You didn't give me a hug.", he says in a flirty tone.
Instantly, I start blushing as I walk up to him and I embrace him in a hug. He hugs me very closely as he holds me by my waist. He felt so warm and smelled so good. I could feel my face flushing with redness. After some time, he finally lets me go, and he looks deep into my eyes with those beautiful, brown majestic eyes as if he was searching for something.
"Are you okay?", he asks.
"Yeah. I'm okay."
As I start to turn away, he gently grabs my arm and pulls me really close.
"Are you okay?", he asked again.
It was almost as if he knew I was lying. As if he saw right behind the mask I've put on to fool so many others. However, it didn't work for him. Those brown eyes saw right to my soul. I knew I couldn't lie to him and there was no backing out of it.
"No. I'm going through a lot. It's hard writing music because I'm still dealing with my grandmother's passing. Honestly, I don't think I'm cut out for all of this. It's like I'm being pulled in 100 different directions.", I answered truthfully.
As a tear rolls down my face, Michael wipes it with his finger. He lifts my chin up and kissed me very passionately and slowly.
