Rock With You: A Love Story

not-so-mini bus

4 hours later

We have been learning the choreography for 'Bad' for the past few hours and I'm exhausted. It's so much fun, but my body can't take this much work, I'll need to get used to it.
We wrap up at about 8pm and as soon as I step foot out the arena, I whip out my phone to tell my family the good news. I quickly call my mom, and she answers in an instant.
"Did you get it?" She exclaims down the phone. I already know she has the whole family standing around the phone, by that I mean my sister.
"Yes! I'm a backup dancer!" I say with no hesitation.
All I hear is squealing down the phone as I begin to laugh. My family are the most supportive people you'll ever meet.
We talk on the phone for a few minutes, then I hang up and rush back into the arena. Michael said we can't go home tonight as he wants to show us to our hotels for the night, so we get used to staying in hotels, as we will be for 16 months. Although, sometimes we will stay in the tour bus apparently.
I walk back into where everyone else is standing, in the lobby.
"Okay everyone, we have a minibus to take the crew around in. Everyone follow me in and it'll take us to our hotel." Michael says. Honestly, I'm surprised he chose a minibus considering he could afford helicopters and much more. I guess this shows how down to earth he really is. He's just so...normal.
We step out the arena into the fresh air of the lay-by, where all the taxis and transport wait. I see an elongated black, sleek bus with blacked out windows pull up.
"Everyone in!" Michael says, holding the door for us, he goes in last. We all go inside; me, the other dancers and singers, his manager Frank, and a few other people involved.
It is filled with black leather seats, that recline all the way back like a bed. Each seat has a small TV screen in front of it, a small table and a plug socket. This is luxurious.
We all gasp, "This is beautiful Michael!" I say in awe.
"I like the best for my team" He says proudly, with his hands on his hips.
We all sit down in the bus, there are some seats free so it's really comfortable and open. We each get two seats next to each other, I place my bag on the second one. I took a seat one from the front, so I can see out the front windows.
Michael walks down the aisle in the center, putting his hand on the top of each seat and smiling at us all as he walks to the end.
"Everyone in?" He says like an excited child on a school trip.
"Yep!" We all say in unison.
Michael walks back to the front and sits in the first seat, he's just in front of me.
About ten minutes into the trip, I decide to put something on my TV. I scroll through all the movies on the touch screen, and see 'Peter Pan'. I click on it and turn down the volume so other people don't hear me watching such a childish movie. I lean back in my chair and start watching, as the movie begins.
I see Michael's head peek back through the gap in-between his two chairs, so I can only see one of his eyes and the side of his nose and mouth. I notice he's smiling, as I can see his teeth.
I chuckle, "Can I help you?"
"Are you watching Peter Pan?" He says hopefully.
"Yes, I know it's a kids movie." I say blushing, and rolling eyes.
He turns back around again, which confuses me but I just carry on with my movie. I then notice he'd turned to undo his seatbelt, as he stands up. He walks back to my two seats.
"This seat free?" He says, pointing at the seat my bags on. I look down at my backpack as he picks it up and puts it over onto the empty seat in front of us, leaving the seat next to me free.
"I guess it is now", I say laughing.
He quickly takes a seat next to me and gives me a smile. I chuckle shaking my head, then we both look back at the screen as I turn it up a bit.
"You like Peter Pan?" I raise my eyebrows.
"I love Peter Pan", He chuckles.
"Me too." I respond, before we both engulf in the movie.
It quickly gets dark outside. The vibrant, glowing sky has faded into an indigo pool of sparkling stars. The movie has just ended, making me extremely tired. I gently turn to look at Michael, and he's sound asleep. He looks so angelic.
His head falls onto my shoulder and I smile, leaning my head onto his as I close my eyes.
I don't know why, but I have a strong feeling Michael and I are going to get along just fine.