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

Chapter 6: SECC [Edited]

I woke up to the constant beeping of the alarm clock. I groaned as I tried to reach over and hit snooze. To which I failed.

"Spark, get up! You have a letter." My mum said outside my door. He voice laced with confusion. I understood why. I don't get mail here, I stay in America now. Not Scotland. So, why am I getting mail here? Curiosity got the better of me. I got up threw my over sized black hoodie on an my Nightmare Before Christmas slippers that one slipper had Jack's face and the other had Sally's on it.

I took my phone off charge and squirted some Britney Spears Curious perfume on me. I went down stairs to the living room. "The letters on the kitchen bunker" I nodded and went through the kitchen. On the bunker beside other letters was mine, 'To Sparky' I automatically recognised the handwriting. It's curving elegant writing belonged to Michael. How he got the address where I was staying is another question.

I quickly opened the letter. I opened it, the same elegant curvy writing all over this page. The kind of writing you get that satisfaction feeling. When it's perfectly curvy throughout. The letters are all the same, no e is different, just like no a is different. Perfect writing. Something I wasn't gifted with.

'Dear sparks,

I few months back I promised you I'd let you see me live. A few weeks back when you told me you were visiting family back home, I checked to see what dates I'd be in Glasgow at. I was originally suppose to be there 2 weeks after you go back to America but I changed the dates to match up to yours.
I hope I am to your expectations.
I love you more.
Michael
X'

I looked in the envelope to find another piece of paper. I took it out and turned it over. A concert ticket at the SECC, for Michaels Dangerous tour. Wednesday. Doors open at 7.15.

Wait. Today's Wednesday. I checked the time, 1.23pm at least He gave me plenty of time to get ready.

**

I had on a back top with Michael in his 'Bad' days. Ironically, he had given me the top as a joke. I had on pale blue skinny jeans an a random pair of trainers. I picked up the ticket just as the taxi horn sounded, "Bye! I'm going now!"
I shouted as I left the house. As I walked up to the taxi the nerves started kicking in. Here we go.

[ True Fact: Michael only played once in Scotland as a solo artist and that was on his Dangerous Tour. The show was at the Glasgow Green. He was banned from returning to Scotland bc of the noise complaints 😂😂]