❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

♥Silent Trip(Bad Era)♥

"Well that was one hell of a night!" Frank exclaims tiredly as you collapse into your plane seat.

"Yeah," you sigh and chuckle lightly.

You were Michael Jackson's personal assistant and you'd been travelling with him to various continents for his 'Bad' tour concerts. It was quite a tiring duty but you loved the idea of travelling and discovering new things. 

Tonight, Michael had just finished performing in Nishinomiya - Japan, and the whole team was now on their way to Yokohama. 

You, being a part of the team, were travelling with them too but you were far too tired to think about the many concerts ahead. It truly was a grueling process.

This particular evening, however, you and Michael's backup dancer - Tatiana Thumbtzen, happened to be travelling with Michael and his manager in the same aircraft.

It was pretty mind-boggling to think of travelling with your boss in the same aircraft since, the two of you hardly ever spoke unless it was on a professional basis.

Now, this aircraft happened to be structured in such a way that there were several booths on either side of an aisle -the aisle, of course, having provisions for one to walk up and down the middle. Two people normally shared one booth and so you and Tatiana happened to be, shall we say, bunk buddies - even though the situation could not be more different.

You sat opposite Tatiana as she sagged lower into her seat, staring at you blankly.

 "I'm so exhausted," she whispers to herself. 

You stare at her for a moment before your eyes wonder the beautifully engineered aeroplane. You notice that at a diagonal angle from your vision - Michael is seated in his booth; in a position where he can see you clearly as well as you, him.

You giggle inwardly as you see Frank flop down on the seat opposite Michael - his back toward you.

"Okay guys! Goodnight! We've got a long day tomorrow!" Frank exclaims and the lights inside the aircraft dim a little. 

You look directly across you and see that Tatiana is asleep on her seat - contorted into a rather disturbing sleep position.

You roll your eyes slightly and turn your head to stare out of the window at the passing sky. As the aeroplane moves, the clouds outside make you feel a little less restless inside.

Your fingers fiddle delicately with your open hair as you sigh.

You could never be able to sleep because of the countless thoughts that ran through your head every night.

It was a habit you could never find yourself getting rid of.

After a few moments, you begin to feel a little awkward as you sense someone staring at you. Your eyes move slowly across the scenery in front of you and you gasp lightly as you notice Michael staring at you while he leans back against his seat.

His eyes look tired but you can tell that he's wide awake.

"Can't sleep?" he mouths since it's extremely quiet and he's too far away from you to speak in an audible tone without waking anyone.

You nod as a soft smile forms on your innocent face.

"Me either," he shrugs, continuing to keep silent.

"I'm so restless," you mouth at him and he giggles silently as he points at himself.

"Me too," he smiles. "We should play a game or something," 

You manage to figure out what he's trying to say after a minute or so and giggle - silently, of course.

"Yeah, why not?" you shrug lightly. "What game?"