- Michael's p.o.v.
I felt the single tear roll down my face and my heart shatter into a million pieces when her words hit me. Who knew that such an angle like person could carry such harsh words? How could they do this to me, after all I did? Numbness took over all of me as I felt my breathing turn shallow, I still had to perform. One thing I learned from Joseph, the show must go on. I took a deep breath and sighed heavily, she furrowed her eyebrows as she frowned slightly. "Look Michael, I know you didn't do this, you know you didn't do this.....don't let this get to you. We'll get through it, I think maybe you should cancel the rest of the show and just rest." I smiled slightly at her concern and it quickly turned back into the irremovable frown, "As much as I would like to, I must go on....for my fans." She gave a light hearted smile as I put my glasses back on and headed to the side of the stage. I fixed my hair and belt as I waited for my queue to head out on stage. Frank stood next to me and whispered, "Mike you sure you should do this?" "Yes Frank I'm sure," I said as I quickly wiped a tear that escaped from under my glasses. The roar of the crowd quickly took over me and I tried so desperately to get my mind off of the news, I needed to give a good show; my fans deserve that much of me. I pulled my microphone down next to my mouth and prepared to be launched through the floor.
I couldn't help but to let a few more tears fall before I had to dry them up and continue on. I quickly wiped as many of them away as my body was catapulted up and landed in my pose on stage. I stood there motionless in my stance as I mentally gathered myself. The numbness spread from my heart to the rest of my body, momentarily paralyzing me in my spot . After awhile I turned to look the other way still preparing myself to be more physically and emotionally tired than usual tonight. Finally I took my glasses off slowly revealing my slightly tear-stained face. At that point I didn't care who saw me cry I just wanted to get the show done and over with. The only thing I could think of as I danced around singing was 'God! Why me?'
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