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The entire video took months to film. Each day was filled with messups which they then had to to back and do the scene again. The entire cast and crew enjoyed working on the video.
They finally filmed the final scene. The scene where Michae and Myra left the house and he showed the yellow eyes. It ended with applause and announcing that it had been finished.
She and Chris had been talking more often. He wanted her to stay in Los Angeles with him, but she couldn't. She had family she had to get back to.
Myra said her final goodbyes to everyone. Instead of walking to the airport she took a taxi. Chris was there with her, sitting beside her as they talked.
At the airport she had timw to kill before her plane left for home. So, they say there. They say in the seats, holding hands, and they just talked. They laughed at each other.
When the time came for Myra to leave, they held each other in a long hug. Myra then took off for the gate, giving them her ticket and everything else they needed.
She gave a Chris one final wave before she boarded. Chris watched her body vanish on the plane. He then waited by one of the windows to watch the plane take off.
Myra was seated in the middle of an old woman and a little kid. He had headphones over his ears and blared Prince a little too loud. The old woman had pulled out her copy of the bible and a pair of reading glasses and began to read.
Myra merely stated out the window as the plane took off. She watched the city shrink in size as she returned for home. Every memory she made there would still be kept in her mind.
The plane ride was very uneventful. Myra decided to sleep the entire plane ride. She sat in the chair in a curled up position, using her shoulder as a pillow.
She didn't wake up until hours later when the plane was at the airport. She saw the familiar signs and knew she was home.
She stretched in her seat with a yawn. When thwnplane landed everyone filed out, stretching from being on a plane for so long.
When she grabbed her luggage she went to leave. Having last talked with her mother in Los Angeles, she didn't know is she was there.
Myra wandered through the airport. She looked for any signs on her mother, father, and little sister. If she couldn't find them she hoped she remembered where she parked her car.
She soon found a familiar looking figure. Only they were looking in the wrong direction. She saw a head swivel around and it was the face of Anaya, her little sister.
She tugged on their mothers shirt, pointing as Myra came down the escalator. Her mother took notice as hurried over to meet her in excitement.
"Myra!" Her mom repeated her name as she entrapped her eldest daughter in an almost bone crushing hug.
Myra returned the hug with a smile. She then hugged her father who stood with his hands shoved in his jeans pockets. The two sisters hugged though it was a rare occurrence.
"Welcome home baby! You must tell us everything! Was Michael nice? Did you meet anyone while you were down there?" Her mother bombarded her with questions as her mind fell back to Chris.
"Los Angeles was really pretty, but I missed home. Michael was really nice, and so was John. Everyone was," Myra shrugged as they left the airport, the only sound her suitcase rolling over loose rocks behind them.
"I'm glad you got to have this amazing experience honey," her dad spoke up.
"Now I gotta get back to work tomorrow," Myra said with a laugh as she went to her car.
She put her suitcase in the back and her dad gave her back her keys. She gave them each one more hug before she got in her own car and left.
When Myra returned to her house everything seemed okay. Her mother seemed to have kept her promise to look after her house. A pile of mail was sitting by the door, no doubt that it was bills.
Her landline flashed with voicemails left for her. She grabbed the mail and sat on the couch, sorting out the junk mail from the important things. It was great to be home.
