I was in the dance studio, with Michael and his dancing crew. I flashed back to yesterday, when my true identity was revealed to Toni and Diamond. I feel guilty for not telling the truth to Toni, but I don't like to be shown off as "Michael Jackson's baby sister," because that's when all the fake people come around and would want to be "friends." My thoughts were interrupted when Michael called me.
"Dunk, come and dance," he waved me over. I quickly shook my head no, "C'mon, please," he begged giving me puppy dog eyes.
"Fine," I huffed and walked next to him. Michael cued the music, and we all began to dance.
I enjoy dancing with my brother. It always gave me peace, confidence, and freedom. Dancing and singing is my true love, and is the best way for me to communicate. After the song cut out, Michael ended rehearsal. Before leaving, Michael disguised himself in the most ridiculous outfit, wig, and hat, that I laughed, so hard, that I was on the floor holding my stomach.
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"Mike, I cannot with you!"
"What?" He said in a funny voice, "C'mon let's go!" We walked to a diner down the block from the studio. Walking in, Mike asked the host for a table, still talking in that silly voice. I was dying trying not to laugh, and not blow Mike's cover.
"Right this way. Ma'am, are you okay? The hostess asked. Maybe because my face was red.
"Yeah, are you okay?" Mike asked. He was making the situation worse.
"I- I'm fine," I pushed out, "excuse me," I ran to the bathroom and let out a howling laugh. I wiped the tears and caught my breath. Walking out the bathroom, as if nothing happened, I took my seat. "Um, I would like a burger and fries with a strawberry milkshake, please," Mike began to talk, but I cut him off, "AND... he'll have the chilli cheese fries with a chocolate milkshake," Michael glared at me, sucking his teeth.
"Dunk, really?" I threw my hands in the air.
"What?! You think I'm gonna go through the torture of me watching you make of fool of yourself? No sir." We laughed. The waiter came back with our orders. Michael talked about a new project he wanted to to join. He pulled out a folded peace of paper. At the top, was written 'SCREAM' in all caps. I looked over the lyrics, nodding in agreement. "I like this. Do you have a melody already?"
"Nope, that's why I want you to be on it. You come up with the melody. This is my part of the song. I'm allowing you to write yours."
I nodded my head, humming a melody, mumbling some of the words along with the melody I had in mind.
"With such confusions, don't it make you wanna scream, your bash abusin' victimize within the scheme," I was so in the zone, until the sudden clutter of a fork dropping on a plate. My head shot up, seeing Mike with his eyes wide. He got up and sat beside me.
"Sing that again, that can be the chorus" I began to sing, as Michael wrote. All of a sudden I stopped after hearing a deep voice.
"Janet?! Michael Jackson?!" Mike quickly threw cash on the table, and we dashed for the door. We quickly ran, as we just robbed a bank. We hid in an alley way.
"I'll call the driver," Michael nodded as he caught his breath. I found a payphone and dialed. The driver told me that he'll arrive in 5 minutes. My cover is getting more blown.
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Toni's POV
After that weird encounter with Janet, and a terribly disguised Michael Jackson, I looked at their table, and saw a piece of paper with writing on it. I picked it up, and read the wording at the very top, in all caps. 'SCREAM' interesting. I folded the paper and slipped it into my pocket. I'll hold on to this, until I get the truth from Janet.
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I'm sorry for the delay. I'm trying very hard to get my life together. I'm dealing with my health, and my asshole of an Algebra 2 teacher, school in general tbh. I'm trying by best to update. It's a bit short, but I hope it'll do✌🏽 comment and vote☺️
