One Day In Your Life

At The Studio

"Michael... where are you, we're already waiting", the voice on the other line sounded angry.
"Oh no.. damn", he pushed a curl off his face and continued, "Hold on, I'm on my way", he said quickliy hanging up.
"Who was this?", I asked confused and with still slight red cheeks.
"It was Quincy, you know... the recording", he sighned.
"You're ready?.. we need to go".
"Yeah sure, let's go", I said quickly as we made our way back to the car.

On our way to the studio my mind went back to the words Michael said just several minutes ago.
Was it just a bad joke?!, Why else would he said those things, my mind went wild and my cheeks red just by thinking about it.
"Is it still a long drive?", I asked looking out the window.
"No, we're almost there", he smiled pointing at a high building just a few miles away.
"There it is...".

"Wow, that's stunning", I looked bright eyed over the whole place.
"Oh well.. that's nothing very special...", he paused, "But maybe I see this almost every day", he chuckled.

"Hey Michael", a man waved and cheered as he saw Michael walking in, "Quincy!", he smiled and both hugged.
"Quincy that's Diane", "She's.. uh she's a friend of mine", he smiled looking over to me.
"Hi Diane, nice to meet you", he smiled and shook my hand.
"Wow, you're Quincy Jones, aren't you... that's so cool", I cheered.
Both giggled, "Come on we have a lot of work to do", he winked at Michael as we left to the recording studio.

It was such an amazing feeling to watch them working on a new album, their knowledge is beyond earth, maybe that's the reason why Thriller's such a hit.

I haven't watched my phone lately, but I was sure we spend more than six hours there and none of them made any remark to be tired or stressed.
They just kept on working until every high note and every guitar string sounded perfect.
Like if Michael didn't hit the right tones Quincy always said, "No.. Michael that doesn't sound right, do it again... I know you can do that better", it made me chuckle everytime he said that.

But the day slowly came to it's end, as we approved each other and we both made our way out of the building I looked to Michael's side as he took a sip from his water bottle, "You know... you're very talented", I smiled and replied, "And Quincy is a fantastic director, too".
"Thanks", he mumbled as he swallowed the last sip, "Yeah, he's really good and I'm pleased to work with him".

After a while I remembered that I should have been at my hotel a long hime ago, "Michael?!".
"Yes my dear", he said leaning against the back of the car.
"Do you know how long the hotel is away from here?".
"Oh god... yes I forgot this", he slammed the palm of his hand against his forehead, "Damn it..."
He sighned as his view made it's way to the sun that began to fade.
"That would took an eternal matter of time...", he said and closed his eyes like he would slowly count to ten, "Would you mind to stay the night at my house?".
He turned his head to look at me, I didn't knew what to say, can this day get any better?

"Uh, no... that would be fine don't worry", I said casually but dying inside.
So we sat into the car and started to drive back to Michaels home that just was one hour away from the recording studio.
On our way I decided to rest for a little while, "Are you tired?", I heared Michael's voice.
"More than this", I giggled, "I can't believe how you can do this within a blink of an eye and just don't be tired as hell", I looked at him.
"You're getting used to it", he blinked and went back to look at the road.
I rolled my eyes and drifted off for sleep.