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Chapter 5: Badly during BAD-tour?

The next morning Michael woke up earlier than usual. The first thing he thought of was Mary. 'How would she be at the moment? I can't even call her, it's like 1 am for her I guess...' Then he realized his legs hurt very badly. 'Badly during BAD-tour... Wow, very funny Mike! You should stop singing and become a comedian huh?' He slowly got up, hobbling the first steps, then getting saver. He walked downstairs to his doc's room.
'Conrad, may I have a little pill? My legs hurt really badly.'
'Badly? During BAD-tour? Mike, you should stop singing and become a comedian!', he giggled.
'Yeah, I thought so too ', Michael answered smiling.
'So here you go! But Mike, you should really watch how often you take those more closely okay? Cause you know, you might get addicted and I don't want you to.'
'Yeah I will. I'll be rehearsing. See you later!'
'See you!'
While rehearsing Michael shut off his brain and just danced.
He needed to finish the new choreography until the next day. Suddenly he realized he just had invented the perfect move for 'Billie Jean':
The spin! He kept trying out new moves till it was time for dinner.
He more or less walked out the room, his legs hurting more than before. So he went to Conrad's again to ask him for another pill.
He knocked on his door.
'Yeah?', Conrad asked from inside.
'It's me, Michael! May I come in?' 'Sure!'
'Umm... Since my legs started hurting again, I need to ask you for another pill.'
'Michael, I told you not to take that many. I'm sorry, but you can't get more than one a day.'
'But I need one! How am I supposed to sleep if my legs keep aching?'
'Sorry I really can't give more to you. Have a good night anyway. Bye Mike!' 'Bye! See ya!'
Later the night he couldn't fall asleep at all.
He thought of a way to get some sleep. After a while he figured that he'd have to steal some pills.
He didn't want to take pain-killers but sleepers. He sneaked out of his room, shyly glancing around the corner.
The corridor was empty.
He tiptoed to Conrads room opening it quietly. He quickly took the sleepers of the desk and ran back to his room holding the pills close to his chest.
He layed down on his bed and took a few of them.
He didn' really know how much to take, but he didn't care at that moment.
He just needed some sleep.
His last thoughts were 'Mary I miss you.'
Then he fell asleep faster than he had thought he would...