chapter eighteen.

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holy grail.

holy grail

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Myra's tour had brought her to many places. She had just performed in New York City where each show went the same. Fans cried, cheered and sang along to each song.

Myra often called Michael even though they were in different timezones most of the time. They talked often, but Myra wished she could be there in Los Angeles with him.

Shaylynn had once again proven to be full of surprises. She had burst in Myra's hotel room at Trump Towers with news she claimed was exciting each time she did so. This time it was for a television interview.

Myra had done maybe three interviews in the past. It was mainly questions about her albums and nothing more personal than that. Though with her relationship with Michael put in the open, she knew there was bound to be some questions about that in the interview.

Myra wore an outfit that had been chosen for her. The shirt was slightly sparkly and the two sides of the shirt were linked together but thw fabric came together before any cleavage was really exposed.

Myra sat on a stool, her legs dangling. A man sat across from her with questions to ask and he was ready for some answers.

He was given some sort of signal to start. The camera began rolling and he went on with the interview.

"My name is Hayden Foster, and today I am here with the rising star herself Myra Bhatt," he introduced and the camera briefly moved to Myra. "You have really popped up out of nowhere -- all of a sudden you're topping the charts and front paging magazines. How does it feel?"

"It's definitely kind of exciting because this is all so new to me," Myra answered. "It's still hard to wrap my head around how I was the hairdresser from Greensboro, North Carolina and now I'm performing in front of thousands of fans."

"How did you get into the music business?" Hayden questioned.

"Technically it all began when I audition for Michael Jackson's music video Thriller because that when people started to recognize me," she began. "We sang one of his songs together in a studio and he sent it to Atlantic Studios and they signed me. I've been blessed with an amazing manager since then who knows how every thing works and is good with scheduling things like this."

"Speaking of Michael, you two have grown quite close," Hayden began to lead into a new topic.

"We have," Myra laughed.

"I'm pretty sure the world would like to know if you two are dating yet," hinted Hayden.

"Well, we are dating so you don't have to wonder anymore," confirmed Myra. "Our relationship has been doing fine even though I'm so far away."

"I presume you two talk on the phone alot," Hayden went on and Myra nodded. "Do you two have any plans for the future -- marriage or kids perhaps?"

"I've always kind of wanted kids, but it would have to be when were ready. I don't want to jump into something like having a child when we would never be there for him or her," Myra explained and Hayden nodded.

"I understand that you have a sister. What's your relationship with her?" Hayden once again changed the subject.

"I will always love Anaya. She's been beside me no matter out age difference, because a sister is someone who always sticks by you," Myra launched into the topic. "When I released Formation, Anaya called as told me she already listened to it and how much she loved it, but I'm still older by five years."

"Do you two have any sibling rivalry?" Hayden asked.

"I think everyone who has a sibling has a rivalry not matter if their bigger or little. My mother deserves some respect for putting up with us because of all that we did. We normally had to get so many haircuts because of we put gum in the others hair while they  were asleep," Myra reminisced with a laugh.

The interview didn't go to far into her personal life. It was mainly about her music which Myra found better than talking about her personal life. She wanted to keep all the privacy that she could.

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