Michael; Behind the Glass

Chapter 5: The Mistaken Truth

I yawn to myself as I wake up, my body strewn horizontally across my mattress. I take a minute to adjust to my new awoken state before the reality of last night's events finally reoccur in my mind. In some ways I kind of wished that I had gone to that after party, but I guess my stubborn traits took over that decision.

I pick up the remote from the side of my nightstand and turn on the TV, one of those gossip news shows immediately hits the screen causing my eyes to widen.

"The two Mikes; Jacko and Rose were seen darting the crowds last night, firmly keeping it up close and personal, get a load of these pictures"

I immediately frown as this news story was about as dumb as it gets, but the two Mikes bit really did make me laugh.

"So tell us your thoughts? Do you think that Michael Jackson and Michaela Rose are the next hot couple?"

At that point I freeze and turn the TV off. I didn't like that thought, and I certainly didn't like Michael in that way. I'm soon interrupted as usual by the loud ringing of the phone. I swear if those telephones had volume sounds on them.

"Uhm, hello?" I answer, picking up the phone.

"Michaela." That all familiar voice says down the phone. I scrunch my nose up at the sound of Dave.

"Oh hi Dave" I respond, trying to sound enthusiastic.

"I've heard about what happened last night. Why didn't you go to the after party? You should have stayed with Michael. That was the deal, remember?" Dave irritatingly states.

"I didn't feel like going to the after party." I say lightly, not giving reasons.

"That's a bad business deal on your part. But you'll be pleased to know that I have booked you a meeting with Mr Jackson, and his manager Frank. He has a very interesting business deal to offer you. Oh and make sure that you look decent. There is going to be a lot of cameras out there, the car will pick you up in an hour" Dave replies, not even giving me the opportunity to respond.

I didn't want to have a meeting with Michael. It was already pretty awkward from last night.

Before I know it my manager has put the phone down, clearly as a que to get ready.

I frown and get in the shower letting the water hit my skin in a refreshing manner. I wash myself before getting out and getting ready.

What was I supposed to wear to a meeting anyway? I didn't want to look to smart and wear a suit or something, but I didn't want to look "hot" either.

I browse for clothes in my closet, sighing as it was so difficult. I eventually find a light blue dress that is suitable and clings to my body in the right manner, leaving my hair naturally curly and makeup natural but noticeable.

Before I know it a limousine has arrive outside of my house. I frown as it was a little unnecessary in my opinion.

I grab my purse and make my way to the car, the door being opened by the chauffeur as I sit in. I sigh as I knew I would be greeted with my unwanted expectations.

Hi guys! Sorry this chapter is kind of boring, I'm still getting into the whole writing and thinking of ideas. I'll try to update as much as possible. Thank you for all your support so far! I do love feedback also :)