Butterflies- A Michael Jackson story

"4 am"- Chapter 1

Darkness. "Saga" Someone's calling my name? "Saga" The voice calls again, what does it want from me? I'm sleeping. "Shamone now, we are late" Says the voice laughing. Late? Where am I going? Suddenly I remember and in a few seconds i'm sitting straight in bed ready to throw my legs over the edge of my small bed.

"Are we late?" I nervously ask the voice who appeared to be my friend Julia who's sitting at the end of the bed looking at me.

"Nah, not really" she laughs, I relax.

Julia is very pretty, she always has been. Much prettier than me. She've got long blonde hair, big blue eyes, a perfect nose and plump pink lips. I've always been jealous of her looks. Unlike her, i've got dirty blonde hair that I have no control over, it completely lives its own life. My lips are thin and my eyes are small, and I certainly do not have a perfect nose, it's big and crooked.

"What time is it then?" I ask Julia who's sitting at the side of my bed.

"4 am, we need to leave in 30 minutes." She says smiling.

Now you may wonder why we are up so early. Well, let me tell you. A couple of weeks ago the tickets to a certain concert, Michael Jacksons in fact were realesed, and because Julia and I have been fans of his music for a real long time there was no doubt that we wanted to buy tickets. Of course we wanted the best seats, which were standing front row. We did all we could to get them, and luckily we did!

We were so excited and I think Julia actually started crying, she has always been a cry baby. We couldn't believe we were going to see THE Michael jackson, and from a great seat too. Getting those tickets meant everything. I've been a fan of him practically since I was born, my mother was a big fan and played his music whenever she could. Of course this was in his "The Jacksons" and "The Jackson 5" days because he's only a few years older than me. But I guess I can say that I was raised on Michael Jackson.

Today's 4th of march 1988. In other words the day for Michael Jackson's concert in New York. This is why Julia and I are up so early. We want to queue outside of the venue. Because if we queue from early morning, it means less people infront of us when the doors open which results in better seats and view of Michael. We will do everything in our power to get a good view of Michael. I mean, who wouldn't?

We decided to leave my apartment 4,30 am since it's an hour drive to the arena, my apartment is not far from New York city. Since I only have an half hour until we need to leave my apartment, I immediately leave the bed and make my way to the bathroom were I brush my teeth and fizzy hair. There's no time for breakfast so Julia and I will just eat something on the way to the venue. Julia then walks in to my small blue bathroom making it difficult to move and we both start to do our makeup. It's like a ritual we have, we always do our makeup together when there'ssomething fun or important coming up.

"I'm sooo excited" Julia says smiling

"I know gurlll, me too! What song are you most looking forward to hear?" I ask her while putting on some foundation on my pale, dead looking face, since it's 4 am.

"Hmm, that's a hard one. I love "Rock with you" but I think I'm gonna have to say "The way you make me feel" because the dance routine is just perfect." she says excitedly

"Yeah,I know! I don't like that girl that walks across the stage though she makes me jealous" I laugh

"Hahaha yeah like please go away and don't touch my beautiful husband, but which song are you looking forward to hear?"

" I can't pick one, they are all so good in different ways" I say

We go silent for a while, concentrating on our makeup. I put on some contour, eyebrows and finish it of with mascara. Since we are in a hurry I then walk out out of the bathroom, leaving Julia alone infront of the dirty mirror. I don't normally wear much makeup, it just doesn't look very good on me.

It's time to put some clothes on. I hadn't yet picked my outfit, I just hadn't had the time. I worked as much as I could at the café down my street, everyday and every night. I wanted the money, but hated the job.

I want the outfit to be nice and pretty but at the same time I want it to be comfortable since i'm gonna dance all night and probably get sweaty. I decided to get some inspiration from what Julia was wearing so across my 1 room apartment I shouted " What are you wearing?"

"Oh just a black tight dress" she shouted back.

Well, I thought to myself that didn't help much since i'm not very comfortable in dresses, i'm always scared that they will slide up to high and that I might accidentally flash someone my private parts if you know what I'm saying. So a dress is a big no no.

I go through my clothing drawers in panic, there are only ten minutes left until we need to leave. I realize that I have too much shit in my drawer and I think to myself that I need to clean my closet someday. But not today. After a minute I found a pair of black ripped, high waisted jeans that I decided to wear. Comfortable but nice. Jeans is a safe choice. Now I just need to find a shirt, I look deeper and deeper in the drawer. A white t-shirt? No it's dirty. Why the F*** did I even buy a yellow vest? Defiantly can't wear that one. I pull out a black crop top with elbow long sleeves. I don't have time to find another shirt so it have to be that one.

I quickly put the shirt and pants on and I also pick a silver necklace with a pretty berlock on it to go along with the clothes. I got the necklace from my mum for christmas, it was a very nice present and I wore it often. It made me feel close to her even though she was 3 hours away, we barely meet each other these days because of the distance and life that comes in between which is really sad. We used to spend so much time together, talking everyday about everything. She was one of my closest friends. Unfortunately the work and college doesn't leave me with much free time to travel and see her, even though I had break from college right now.

My makeup and outfit is finished I go to the kitchen to make some sandwiches and get some snacks we could eat in the line waiting for the concert. First I pack some bottles of water, because staying hydrated is very important, we wouldn't wanna pass out during the concert and miss the whole show, would we.

"Hey are you finished?" Julia asks while walking in the room.

"Almost! Can you please make the sandwiches?" I quickly ask Julia already moving on to my next task.

She starts making the sandwiches as I run around in my apartment to get the last things, ID, tickets (can't forget the most important thing), fruit, some makeup for touch ups and at last I put converse on my feet.

"Ready!" I yell with a big smile

"Yass" Julia walks out of the kitchen to the door and hallway were i'm standing.

"Let's go!" I say as I lock my apartment door and together we make our way to her car.

The car journey to the venue takes an hour, and we don't talk much during that time. It's too early for having a deep conversation or to show excitement for the day, we both aren't really morning people. We are fine just listening to Michael's albums on repeat. My personal favorite has to be "Off the Wall", even though I absolutely adore "Thriller" and "Bad". I just really like the groove and instruments on "Off the wall". So unique.

I'm a very shy person. I hate talking to people I don't know, the awkward silence, the stress of finding new things to talk about, the fear of saying the wrong thing. I hate it. I barely talk to anyone besides Julia, my family and a couple of other friends. I wish I could, but I just can't. It would be so much easier for me, easier to get a job and new friends, and a boyfriend even. I'm embarrassed to say that I am 23 years old and never have had a boyfriend because of the lack of social skills. I mean sure I can have decent conversations, but I don't like too. I much rather lock myself up in my apartment. My social insecurities are the base of basically every problem I have, causing me to have anxiety attacks on a regular basis. I pray that I won't get one today. I don't want anxiety to ruin another great day for me.

At the venue we parked the car and walked into the line. I thought that it would already be 500 people here but we actually weren't that far from the first people in line which was great. I kneeled down and sat on the hard ground, not really a point in standing when the doors opens in about 11 hours.

So far nothing have gone wrong and all we have to do now is too wait. Me and my best friend are about to see Michael Jackson and it's going to be the greatest day of my life.