To You, My Heart I Surrender [Michael Jackson Love Story]

Chapter 8: "Not right now. Tomorrow?"

I'm woken up by my ringtone, Welcome to The Black Parade by My Chemical Romance, playing under my pillow.

I sleepy answer it, "Hello?" I ask groggily. "Hey, it's me, Michael. Sorry, I've woke you up. I can phone back later if you want?"

I quickly sat up, now fully awake, "No, no, Michael- It's fine. I'm awake. What's up? How's tour?"

He sighed, "Not good. I don't think I'm going to be able to continue for another year." His voice was strained. He was stressed, tired, and everything else in between.

"Michael, you only have, what, a week left of this part of tour? Then you're off for 4 months. When you go back on tour you'll have been well rested and ready to play again," I said in a sympathetic tone.

I waited for his response, after a few long seconds of no answer I asked, "Michael, you asleep?"

He took a deep breath, then let it out, "No, just listening to your voice. It's comforting." I smiled, "I'm glad it comforts you."

I waited for him to start talking, when he didn't, I continued, "Michael, what's wrong? You're normally more chattier than this?"

"I know, I just can't do it anymore. To begin with it was okay but then it gets more tiring. My joints hurt. I'm tired."

"Michael, take a day off. Whatever day your not doing a concert, go to a spa and relax. There isn't much I can do. I'm here and you're there." I told him, worry lacing my tone with every word.

"Okay. I have to go. I better get sleep. Talk to you later, okay?"

"Okay," I replied.

Then the phone went dead.

*

It's been almost half a year since I saw Michael in concert. Right now he's at the end of the first leg of tour, Only has a few more shows left. Then he returns for 4 month on break. Then back out again for a year.

Since the concert I don't know whether my crush has deepened. I'm not sure I want it to. The worst part being is that I don't know how he feels about me.

Am I just a friend?

Michael phones me almost every night getting whatever was irritating him that night off his chest.

Whether it be the sound guy not doing his job right. Or, the visual effects not in sync with the music. Or, the wrong sequence of lighting for a song.

I tell him every time 'the fans won't notice, they're busy enjoying themselves to notice that instead of a red light showing instead of a green light.'

His response is always the same, 'But, I know what sequence it's suppose to be. I want it perfect for my fans. It's what they deserve.' And every time he says it, I smile. He truly loves his fans with all his heart. I respect that about him.

It's Saturday night and I'm currently playing Spyro: Year of The Dragon. The Egg Snatchers are beginning to get on my last nerve. Their stupid irritating taunt beginning to scar into my head. I decided to save it and change the game before I start dreaming about the stupid beings.

I planned on doing an all nighter playing games I love. I had a lot of energy drinks and plenty snacks to do it.

As I took a bite off a Twinkie the door buzzer went off, indicating there was someone at the front door.

That's something I should probably explain- I moved out of mums house and moved into my own little home. It was a small flat on the 5th floor. So, getting shopping up and anything down will be a mission.