(DROPPED! NEW SERIES AVAILABLE!) Infidelity ⚠️ 18+ ⚠️

Ticket To Paradise

After getting off my train I quickly dash my way to Madison Square Garden, the bitter winter air hitting my face as I run towards the train station exit.

"Please please please please..."

I silently pray under my breath, hoping there's not a line there.

I reach the sign of Madison Square Garden as I push through the crowd of slow walking people

I reach the front of Madison Square and see no line, I quickly go to the worker who's in the ticket booth, putting my hood on so nobody recognizes me.

"One ticket for Michael Jackson's concert please! VIP and I want front row seats!"

I never talked so fast, considering I just ran for my life and I'm already out of breath as it is.

The middle aged lady looked at me like I was some crazy person asking for both front row seats, AND a VIP backstage pass.

"Listen lady.. Michael is a close friend of mine, I need to see him again."

The lady let out a little chuckle, clearly doubting me.

This bitch is laughing at me...!

"I doubt he's a friend of yours, that's what all crazed fans of Jacko say.. besides why would-"

I interrupt the lady, starting to feel angry as I slam my hands on the freezing counter

"How..much.."

I look up angrily at the startled woman

"$350.79.."

I put three 100 dollar bills, and two 30 dollar bills on the counter and the lady takes it, counting it and then giving me my backstage pass and my ticket.

I take them and put them in my wallet, then put my wallet in my front jean pocket.

"Keep the change.."

I laugh as the lady looks at me surprised from pulling $350 dollars out of my pocket like that.

I laugh as I walk away, then do a little victory dance when I get away from the booth.

Now to get home..

My phone rings, it's some number with no ID..

I stand there in the middle of the sidewalk, ignoring the people who are telling me to move out of the way.

I dunno if I should answer it..

Hm..

Nah, it's probably one of those scammers who are trying to take my hard earned money.. if it was important, they'd leave a voice mail on my answering machine back at home.

I shake my head and head towards the train station..

Time to go home.