For All Time II - Baby Be Mine (Michael Jackson & Christina Grimmie)

Moving On

April 1982, Los Angeles

"Look a little down!", Fynn the photographer called.

He shot lots of photos of me for my second Album which was coming out in maybe three months.

"Okay let's have an Outfit change now.", he ordered.

I went to the changing room and Emily came after me. She helped me with the clothes, make-up and my hair.

After another hour Fynn showed Brian, Emily and me the pictures.

"This one is very pretty, look this red dress looks so pretty on you.", Emily said.

"I really like this one with the blue skirt and black top. You made my hair so pretty here.", I smiled.

"I think that they all look good! Christina, you decide!", Brian told.

"Yeah then let's take the one I said before, I want to show everyone Emilys talent for making awesome hairstyles!", I called.

"You are so sweet, do you know that?", she laughed and kissed me on the cheek.

"The Album is called 'With Love' right?", Fynn wanted to know.

"Yes, yes... 'With Love'", I replied while looking down to the ground.

I wrote 'With Love' for the people I loved the most. Since Michael was one of them, my heart crumbled again.

He really forgot me, it has been so long.

The last time I saw him was in the Tv and in person over a half year.

How could this happen to us?

We were once so into eachother that we couldn't resist to be apart.

"Alright, cool. Then I am going to make some background designs til maybe next week?", Fynn asked.

"Yeah, take your time.", I said.

"And make them good!", Brian added.

After one more hour I could finally go home and rest a little so I headed my way to my car.

I couldn't hold back my tears til I got home so I started crying in my car.

I didn't dared to drive while crying, not because I was worried about myself, more likely worried about other people on the streets of California.

Someone knocked at my window and when I looked over, I could see Brian's worried face.

He opened the door and sat next to me.

"You know that your wheel doesn't deserves snot, tears and smooched lipstick, right? It didn't do anything to you.", he said.

I began laughing.

"That's a lot better. What happened? You didn't wanted to tell me anything the last couple of months. You never ate, rarely laughed and cried when you were alone. Did something happened to your mother?", Brian wanted to know.

"No, luckily nothing happened to her. Thank god."

"Then what is it? I have never seen you so destroyed and lifeless."

I told him everything he needed to know.

"Either way this Mr. Cool Michael Jackson guy is a total asshole or his secretary uh.. Kim Noelle, right? Yeah... she keeps him away from you.", Brian called angrily.

I began removing my make-up with some wet paper towels which I got out of my purse.

"Both is possible. But if he doesn't want to see me anymore, fine! I've made it over a half year without him and I can go on like this forever.", I said.