Michael and Norman were sitting in their apartment living room one morning. Michael was wearing his fancy silk pajamas and a pair of expensive slippers while Norman was sporting a white t-shirt and some patterned pajama pants. They both were having leftover takeout while Billy was sitting on the clean floor, chewing broodily on an empty can of beans.
"Say, Michael, can you change the channel to the news? There's nothin' on this mornin'," Norman suggested, picking up another carton of noodles and shoving a fork into it.
"Sure thing," Michael nodded as he changed channels with the remote. "Sports headlines and stuff for now."
"Let's just keep watchin'... I mean, I'm not in the mood for cartoons or any of that mamby-pamby baby shit right now," Norman chuckled in response to Michael's words. "We have nothin' to do today, I just noticed."
"Yeah, yeah," Michael grinned smugly at Norman and crossed his legs as he sat down a plate at the coffee table. "Billy, please draw the curtains. The sun's kinda wanting in."
Billy giggled fiendishly and did as Michael said.
Suddenly, the TV started spouting some rather... Important news.
"Good morning, America. It seems like this morning we got a visit from some familiar faces. Bright and early at 10 AM, Prince and Jon Bon Jovi randomly appeared in the middle of Times Square!"
Michael's eyes widened and he leaned forward to the TV. He took a quick glance at Norman before gluing his eyes to the television once again.
"Do you see what I do?" Norman asked, making a random hand motion as a grin slowly began to creep upon his face.
Michael was speechless and he just nodded as his heart fluttered at the sight of the two. Bon Jovi was a close aquaintance to Michael, and Prince was always someone that he admired but never got too close with. He wanted to collaborate with him before on some of his work, but they never 'got around to it'... Or that's what Michael believed.
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Prince glanced over at Jovi for a moment before he realized that they were standing in the middle of the road. He then sighted himself in one of the reflective buildings and noticed he was wearing his notorious Purple Rain outfit. He brushed his hand shakily against his guitar, which was strapped over his shoulder.
Jovi grinned widely over at Prince before looking at the cars that were passing by. "Dude, look at this, man! We're in New York, imagine that!"
Prince raised his brow and seemed not to pay attention to Jovi's words. He kept looking around him at all the buildings and shocked people, as well as the cars. He could hardly believe the taxi driver just left them standing there, without another word to be said.
What. The. Hell.
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Michael stood up and threw his hands in the air. "Norman, I can't believe it!"
Norman laughed and sat back in his chair. "Where the hell did they come from?"
"I don't know, man, but we gotta go find 'em before the fans do..." Michael shivered at his own words. "I don't want them to get ripped apart."
"Good, Michael. That gives you somethin' to do today, huh?" Norman smirked and plopped his feet down on the coffee table in front of him.
Michael rolled his eyes. "No, Norman. That gives us something to do today. Come on, let's get dressed. We don't have time to lose."
After a short while of deciding what to wear, Michael put on his black pea coat and some tight black jeans. He was wearing his signature black and white custom-made LA Gear shoes. Norman had on casual red plaid under a leather jacket with some blue jeans, as usual.
Michael grabbed his keys and ran down the steps. Soon enough, he was walking slowly and spinning his keys around his index finger. Norman was dragging Billy along behind him.
