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Myra once again returned to Munich with Prince and Paris. She stood in the hotel room with Paris on her hip. From her hotel room she had a clear view of the same city where she had married Michael.
She wasn't too dressed up -- a simple shirt with a pair of jeans and tennis shoes. She already had an outfit picked out for Earth Song and You Are Not Alone which he called a week prior and asked her to sing with him.
She waited for Shaylynn, who stayed a couple floors above her. Shaylynn would be watching the kids while she performed with Michael.
Prince waddled around the hotel room before he hung on to Myra's leg. He pointed to the window, making a noise that sounded like it could be a word but not quite.
"It's called a city," spoke Myra as she kneeled down to his height.
He attempted to copy her voice. He managed to get the first letter but it all fell apart at the I. Myra only laughed which made him let out a small giggle.
There was a knock on the hotel door. Myra got up and went to the door. She pulled it open to allow Shaylynn, who was still in her pajamas, inside.
"Sorry it took me a long time to get down here, but I had to take a phonecall. It was one of the people from the Jackson and Friends thing saying they need you down there in less than an hour," apologized Shaylynn and Paris was handed to her.
"Well, I guess I had better go," sighed Myra.
She hated the thought of leaving her kids. When she was on tour she always called to see how they were doing. Now with two kids she felt as if ahe couldn't be apart from them even for a second.
She told each of them goodbye even though Paris didn't know what that meant. She left the hotel room while ahe thought about turning back to say one more thing but she fought against it.
Myra had a taxi drive her to the studio. He spoke in German which Myra only understood very few words thanks to her high school before she switched to French.
The set for the performance was already put together. A bridge was being tested that would lift her and Michael over thirty feet in the air. She was glad she wasn't afraid of heights.
Unsure of what to exactly do, she decided to walk around. She looked for Michael but she had no clue as to where he had ran off too.
She watched the bridge testing. She hoped that nothing would go wrong with the performance. After all a fall from such a great height would maybe kill her and Michael.
"Myra?" A voice behind her that sounded greatly familiar asked.
She turned around and saw Michael who wasn't even ready. He wore a simple pair of jeans and a white shirt. His long, curly hair had been pulled back from his face.
They shared a brief kiss before they stood beside each other. They held hands as they walked around the set.
"I'm glad you could make it. Who's watching the kids?" He questioned.
"Shaylynn's watching them back at the hotel. I bet they would be happy to see you," Myra replied.
"I want to see them," Michael added.
"So, what are we doing for this show?" Myra asked, curious since she hasn't been given any details.
"Were going to be singing on that bridge. It's going to take us up to a certain height and we'll sing You Are Not Alone. At the end it'll bring us back down and we'll come off stage," relayed Michael.
"Got it," confirmed Myra.
Myra went through hair and makeup which was simple. They curled her already curly hair to make them look neater. Her flannel shirt was open to reveal her white undershirt and she wore a pair of black pants and a pair of dark red heeled boots.
After he did a brief medley of some songs, she heard the beginning of Earth Song. She was handed a microphone as she stood as close to the stage as she could without actually being on it.
She and Michael stepped out at the same time. Their voices meshed together as they sang the words slow at first but growing in power as the song went on.
When it was time for the final song, they climbed onto the bridge. Michael squeezed her hand as they were lifted into the air while the music played.
She finally gained confidence to let go of his hand. It had been tested numerous time for they didn't want to put the stars in any danger.
She was bout to join Michael in singing. Instead all that came out of her mouth was a scream as she found herself plummeting over thirty feet.
The bridge plunged downwards with both of them on it. Myra landed harshly, her body falling on the ground and her head smacking violently on the metal bridge.
Both dazed, they managed to get backstage where everything seemed a mess. Some were crying while others were in sheer panic.
They tried to get Michael to stop performing, but he refused. Instead, even though he was injured in the fall, he went back in stage to perform the rest of the song. Myra eventually joined him.
When the song ended, they both went back stage. Myra, dizzy and barely able to stand on her feet, felt glad when the show was over. She couldn't believe she had actually survived a fall that big.
Everyone had calmed down and went to congratulate them. They were instead surprised when both of them collapsed to the ground.
They were rushed to the hospital. They were treated separately for their injuries seemed to vary. Myra suffered more blows to her head while Michael was injured more on his back and arms. The paparazzi scrambled to get photos of the hospitalized couple for their magazines.
She was diagnosed with a severe concussion. Her wrist, which had been fractured in the fall, was put in a brace that she had to wear.
A doctor stayed with her during the night. She was monitored since she had been administered a painkiller to dull the pain.
After a few days, both Michael and Myra were discharged. Myra was given a prescription for painkillers which she had to take everyday every eight hours.
Michael, not wanting to put her in any more danger, wanted to go to back to Los Angeles. She obliged and returned home where he joined her a few days later.
The brace on her left arm quickly got annoying. She had uses that arm for everything, and she hated that she couldn't even write. Michael helped her, but she hated feeling useless since her right hand was weak.
Michael knew she was frustrated -- he had lived with her for so long he knew all of her moods. He tried to make it better, but nothing seemed to really work.
