This is a continuation of "Chosen From The Audience". I didn't plan on making a sequel, but since more than one person requested it, I decided to make one. ✨
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You smiled as you entered the record and music store. It was your own personal heaven. You loved music more than anything. While the average girl got excited over a shoe sale, you felt electrified in music stores.
You walked down the first aisle. A sign with the label Retro R&B and Soul stood above it. You smiled and started looking on the left side. Artists like The Four Tops, The Supremes, Marvin Gaye, The Gap Band, James Brown, and more were listed with stacks of records. The overwhelming amount of music devoured your consciousness of your surroundings. You didn't even notice the huge crowd that suddenly appeared outside the store.
It took five minutes of banging and screaming to make you look up. You were confused by the sight. Most of their screaming sounded like gibberish, but you did hear someone scream "Michael!"
"Michael Jackson?" You whispered, still a little baffled.
You briefly looked around the store. As far as you could see, Michael was nowhere in the shop.
"Do you mind if I play a few keys on it?" A soft voice asked.
Your eyes widened as you turned around. In the instrument section of the store, Michael chatted with an employee. He stood above a keyboard, clearly examining it. Before he could turn and see you, you bent down.
Reaching into your fanny pack, you pulled out a makeup mirror and briefly checked your appearance. You were relieved to see that you still looked tidy. Luckily, your outfit was flattering as well. You were wearing a fitted, patterned shirt with jeans. You finished it off with adidas superstars. With a wide smile, you put your mirror away.
"Y/N! I thought I saw you!" A sweet voice chirped.
You slowly looked up to see Michael. He was standing over you with a smile on his face.
"Michael, gosh you remembered my name?"
"Of course! How could I forget it?"
You smiled and stood up.
"It's so great to see you again. I have to thank you for everything at the concert," you said.
"Oh gee, it was nothing really," he said sweetly.
"So, do you come here often?" You asked.
"I wish I could, but it's not always possible."
"Yeah, because that happens," you pointed to the crowd outside.
"Yeah," he giggled, "What music were you looking at down there?"
"Oh, I like to look at everything. One of my favorites is retro r&b. I just noticed some Marvin Gaye records, so I sat down to get a better look."
You didn't want him to know what you were actually doing.
"Oh yes. I love retro music. So many outstanding performers and musical geniuses."
