I woke the next day around the same time, however I was the only one in the bed. I throw on some clothes and head down stairs. I see Michael on the phone. His journal open and a pen in his hand. "...well, I finished the song yesterday evening and I have a few ideas for the film. I was wonder if you're interested in directing it. Come on, Stephen. Yes, I understand. Thank you." Click "Oh, morning, sweetheart. How did you sleep? Is your skin still giving you pain?" "Not at the moment. Who was that on the phone?" I ask. "Stephen Spielberg. I asked him to direct the film, but he declined. Would you happen to know who I can call for this?" I thought for a moment. "Try John Singleton. He and I worked on a short before you and I met. He told me if I needed him for something, to let him know. I think I saved his number in one of my journals. Hang on." I rush back upstairs and grabbed the latest one I could find. "Here we go." I say; coming back downstairs. "I hope it's still in service." I dial up his number. It rang almost three times before being picked up. "Hello?" "Hi, this is Danielle Jackson. May I speak to John, please?" "This is he." "Hi, John. It's Danielle from the Starhigh conferences. We did a short together." "Yes, I couldn't forget your face. How are you doing these days?" He asks. "I'm well. I hope you're doing well too. Listen, my husband is in need of a director for a short film. Would you be interested in it?" "Um...may I talk to him?" "Oh sure. Michael, He wants to talk to you." I say; handing him the phone. "Hello? Hi, John. How are you? It's Michael. Jackson. Thriller. Bad. That's me. Yes, she told me. I just finished a song and I would love to do a short film as well. No, I would like for her to be in it. Are you free today? Would you like to come over, so we can discuss about some more? That's great. Be here at one. Okay, thanks again. Click. Baby, you did it again. You worked your magic. I love you." "I love you too. Let me call my producer and see what's going on with this music video." I quickly dial up the number and wait for an answer. There was none. "Ugh...I hope he calls me back." "Will you be sticking around?" Michael asks; taking my hand again. "I don't know yet. I think I'm just going to go upstairs and go over some of my notes." "Alright, but I would really love it if you joined this meeting. Just to give some ideas, say what you would like to say. Things like that." "Just let me know when he gets here." "Yes, ma'am." He kisses me and I left.
*One o'clock*
I heard the doorbell ring and Michael answering it. A second voice could be heard, but I couldn't hear what was being said. I rush downstairs to see Michael and John talking in the foyer. "Hey, John. How are you?" I ask; shaking his hand. "I'm great. How about yourself?" He asks. "Great. Just finished a movie about a month ago and I'm supposed to be doing a music video soon." "They are keeping you busy. That's great." "John, come into the office, so we can get started. Would like something to drink?" Michael asks. "Some water would be fine. Thanks." The office is a room with a table and some chairs; built only for this types of meetings. Michael sat at the end while John and I sat on either side of him. "I have to admit, when you said your name, I was a bit hesitant at first. I've had like prank calls to my house. Different people claiming they're someone else." John said. "Oh yeah. I get those too. I even get people pretending to be me, but I think it's just for laughs. So, I want this film to be a bit different from my others. I want it to tell a story." "A beginning, middle, and end." John said. "Yes. Got any ideas?" "What about something simple like you and the girl are walking on the beach and you confess your love to her and we show a flashback of the two of you?" "Not exactly what I was thinking and besides do you know how difficult it is to dance on sand?" "May I hear the song?" "Oh of course." Michael pulled out a tape recorder and played it. "It's a nice song. When I close my eyes, I see a sunset sky with something towering in the background as well as a type of royalty." "Ooh, I like that." I say. "Yeah, me too. But what kind of royalty?" "England would be nice. They're well know for being regal." "Why not the ancient Egyptians? They were here long before England. You could have the queen and pharaoh in there as well." I say. "I love that, but except me playing the pharaoh, I could play the love interest and you could play the queen." "Which one?" "Do you still have that big book of Egypt from a couple of years ago?" Michael asks. I rush upstairs to find it in one of the bookshelves. As I go back downstairs, the spot on my thigh starts to get heated. I couldn't help myself but to scratch it. I keep scratching it until blood ends up on my fingertips. I try to wipe away as much as I could, but it kept coming. I hurry back down to Michael. "Michael, can I see you out here for a minute?" I say; poking my head through the door. "One moment, John. Yes? What's the problem?" He looks down at my leg. "Oh my God! Baby, are you ok?" I stare at him until the tears blur my vision. "Don't cry. Come on. We're going to make this better." He takes my hand and leads me to our bathroom. He starts the water in the tub; making it just right. Adding several different kind of oils to the water. "Take off your clothes and get in." He demands and I do what he says. I ease in the water. It felt good; not too hot and not too cold. "Is the water right?" He softly. I nod; looking at it. "Let me get you a towel and your clothes ready. I'll be right back." As he turns to leave, I couldn't help, but to notice the bulge at the front of his pants. "How could he be turned on by this? I'm about to rip my skin off and he finds it sexy." Michael comes back with the clothes. "I got some bandages for leg too. Let me know when you're ready to come out." He says; kneeling next the tub. I say nothing else.
A little while later, I tell Michael I'm ready. He grabs the towel and helps me out. I dry off and begin to put some cream on my leg. I get dress as I wait for it to dry. "Let me help you with that." Michael say. He starts to wrap my leg. During the process, he started to breath a bit differently. "Are you ok?" "Yeah...I'm-I'm fine. How does that feel?" "It feels better. Thank you." "Now, I want you lay in bed. If you need anything, just let me know." He said; leading me to the bed. "I'm going to finish this meeting with John and then I'll come up here." He kisses me. "Now lay down." He leaves; closes the door behind him. I lay my head down and eventually fall asleep. Later that night, Michael and I were in the room. He was going over some notes; asking me what I thought. "Would it be better if we did it outside or inside?" He asks. "You could do both. Have some of the important parts inside and maybe sorta build the rest of the story outside." "Yeah..." We were silent for a moment. "Michael?" "Yes, sweetheart?" "Earlier today when I was in the tub, I noticed you got...excited." He begins to blush. "What did I do that made you like that?" "Uhh...I didn't mean to offend you and I was trying my best to not get excited. It's just I forgot how sexy you are and seeing you like that made me remember." He shifts a little. "Oh. Umm...well I'm going to bed. See you in the morning. I love you." "I love you more. Goodnight, baby." I crawl under the covers and drift off.
