The Moon Is Shining (MjFantasy)

Chapter 13 - Home Sweet Home

I was the first to step in Michael Jackson's house.

The hall was actually huge, even more than I thought it would be. The walls were wearing a shiny gold color and the room has a dark wooden floor. It was like being in the house of a royalty.

Some copies of really famous painting were stuck a little bit everywhere: I recognized a copy of a Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel Ceiling and another one of Sandro Botticelli's The Birth Of Venus.

As I was still observing the decoration of the hall, I heard Michael yelling " I'm back ! "

A few seconds later, a group of people where in the hall with us, smiling jumping, kissing and hugging Michael as if they didn't see each other since the last century.

I leaned on the wall behind me, crossed my arms and smiled as I was seeing them talking and squealing, thinking of how much it was actually a cute scene.

Michael glanced at me really quickly and smiled.

"Hey guys wait five seconds, I've got somebody here that I want you all to meet."

I exhale slowly and without even noticing it I began to play nervously with my hair. Michael took my arm, making me get closer to the group, then he stood behind me, his hands resting on my shoulders.

"So here is Moon Spencer, the girl I was talking about."

I could feel that everybody's eyes were on me ... almost making a hole in my skin. I swallowed nervously and smiled shyly.

A short and rather corpulent man walked slowly towards me, and held out his hand.

I shook it briefly:

"Hi Miss, Spencer, I'm Frank DiLeo, Michael's manager".

I remembered that I saw him on the television the day before, when I discovered Michael's identity.

" Hi Mr. DiLeo, really nice to meet you" I said smiling.

" So do I.", he winked, smiling back.

The next one who introduced himself was Quincy Jones, Michael's producer, then Karen Faye, Michael's hairdresser and Make-up artist, Stevie Wonder a good friend, Vincent Paterson, his choreographer and finally Bill Bray,his bodyguard and friend.

I was surprised to noticed that only six persons were waiting for him to come home. When I stepped in, I thought that he would be greeted by a big bunch of celebrities, each one more shining, amazing and beautiful than the last.

" Mike, we got good news for you !" announced Billy as we were heading to the living room.

" Yep, we brought you some KFC for the diner." added Karen.

Michael turned to face her, and I honestly never saw so much happiness in his eyes.

He seemed in euphoria.

So we really only needed to bring him some spicy chicken wings to light up his day ?

He sat at the table and plunged his hand in the KFC bucket, picking several pieces of chicken, and put them all in his mouth, chewing as if he didn't eat anything for weeks. I couldn't help, but laugh. He then glanced at me, with a questioning stare.

" Don't get me wrong, it's just that I never saw somebody such delighted in front of a KFC..." I said, trying to restrain my laugh, but I just couldn't. Everybody was laughing too, even him.

I looked to all the plates placed on the table. There were five KFC buckets, two salad bowls, two pizzas and, as a dessert, a big cheesecake with a strawberries sauce with it.