Remember The Time: An MJ Love Story

Part 10

Michael

Last city on tour

"I love you Los Angeles! Thank you and goodnight everybody," I shout out to my fans.  I'm so glad I ended my tour a couple hours away from Neverland. Sleeping in my own bed has been a dream after this tour. Not saying I didn't have a great time seeing my fans, because I always enjoy seeing their smiling faces, but it feels good to be home. Right now, I'm sitting in my van. More like bouncing. Bouncing and singing "Bad". I'm ready to get this show on the road. Show. He-he, I made a joke. After everyone's is in, we head back into the flashy city of Los Angeles. Like usual, traffic is crazy. Knowing people in California, this all beach/club traffic. Meaning, I'm going to be here a while. I decide to text Kierra.  I think my girl is still awake.

M: Hiiii Sweets! :)

K: Hey you! I saw you on TV.... looking all good and stuff

M: Stop it! You're making me blush

K: Why do I get the feeling you really are blushing?? and stop grinning so big... people will start to stare at you

M: How did you know I was grinning??

K: You really wanna know?

M: Yeah

K: Cause I'm good like that B)

I start laughing a little too loud at the face she sent me. Finally, Bill looks over at me. 

"You okay, boss," he asks. Gasping for breath, I reply with, "I'm fine. It's just Sweets is so silly." Bill rolls his eyes at me playfully. I start drumming my fingers on my keyboard, sending her another message.

M: I've got so much to tell you.

K: Boy, do I have a story for you!

M: I would like to think so... isn't that your job??

K: :P :D oh hush

On the way back to Neverland, I spend the majority of that time texting Sweets. I glance out the window and grin goofily. I'm home! Really, I feel like running through the front doors and dancing all around the house. I just don't know why. I just feel happy. Unrealistically happy. Like waking up and finding a mountain of presents under your tree at Christmas happy. Or when somebody surprises you with your favorite candy happy. Just happy. I head straight into my bathroom and go shower. I'm all sweaty and my clothes are starting to cling to me. And it's making me itchy.  While I'm in there, a random tune comes into my head. It's not a tune, it's a song, I know it is. The name of this song has slipped me. I keep singing because it's catchy. "Come together, Right now...Over me," I sing. Oh that's what song this was! Come Together by  The Beatles. After my mini-jam session in the shower, I wrap a towel around my waist and go in my bedroom. A pair of pajama pants and a white T-shirt later, I'm flopping my bed, ready to call it a night. I'm seconds away from sleeping when my phone vibrates. "Uuuggghhh," I groan.

K: Goodnight Michael :)

That goofy grin returns. Just for her, I'll send back a message no matter how tired I am.

M: Sweet Dreams Sweets

Kierra

As I unlock my front door, I realize I need a taste of home. Put a little South in my mouth. I replace my slacks and button down for a white tank top and some sweatpants. I turn on my radio and get busy. I'm no world renowned chef, but I do know my way around the kitchen. Today's menu is fried chicken, collard greens, and potato salad. I'm grooving to "Sweet dreams" when the disc jokey comes back through. "Yes that is the lovely Ms. Beyoncé singing about whether or not the love is real or too good to be true. Everyone has gone through that experience, B," she says. Lord knows I have. That asshole of an ex, who oh, so conveniently lives down the hall from me. Then suddenly one of my all time favorite songs echoes through my condo. Michael Jackson's "I Can't Help It". For two minutes, I'm back to being that fifteen year old fan girl, squealing, racing to turn up the radio. I don't know what it about this song, but it just takes me to such a happy place. I dance around my kitchen, cooking and singing: