Smile

Chapter 24

July 9th 1990 | 10:23 pm

Mariah sat on the floor, frustrated as she continued to read headlines about
her. "A White Girl Trying To Sound Black." She mocked. "Don't these people have anything better to do then criticize me?"

"It only gets worse." Michael warned her. "You just have to learn to ignore the things they say about you, plus your albums doing great so why do you care?"

Mariah sighed and put the tabloid down. "I guess your right but it's just so annoying." She stressed.

"Think of it this way... these people get paid not even half of what you do just to criticize you, your the reason they make money so without you, they'd be broke." He jokingly explained.

Mariah laughed and then started walking upstairs. "Where are you going?" Michael asked.

"To take a shower." She replied.

"Mind if I join you?" He asked with a playful smirk.

Mariah laughed. "Sure."

They went upstairs and got into the shower. Once they got out Mariah had the perfect melody in her head for a song.

They got in bed and she immediately grabbed her songwriting notebook and let the words from her head flow onto paper.

You've got me emotions
Deeper then I've ever dreamed of
You've got me feeling emotions
Higher then the heavens above

I feel good
I feel nice
I've never felt so satisfied
I'm in love
I'm alive
Intoxicated
Flying high
It feels like a dream
When you touch me tenderly
I don't know if it's real
But I like the way I feel inside

You've got me feelings emotions
Deeper then I've ever dreamed of
You've got me feeling emotions
Higher then the heavens above

In the morning
When I rise
You are the first thing
On my mind
And I'm the middle of the night
I feel your heartbeat,
Next to mine
It feels like a dream
When you love me tenderly
I don't know if you're for real
But I like the way I feel inside

Mariah closed her notebook and shut off her light on the night stand seeing that Michael was already asleep and pulled the covers over herself and closed her eyes.

July 10th 1990 | 7:30 am

"Ughhhh!" Mariah groaned angrily as she finally jumped up from her bed. "Why can't you just let me sleep, goddamn it?!"

Michael looked away and chuckled softly, making sure Mariah didn't hear him. "Baby, you have to wake up so we can meet our wedding planner, Natalie." He replied.

She rolled her eyes and then got some clothes out of her closet to put on. "I don't get why we have to have a wedding planner, what's the point of that?" She asked him.

"Cause it'll be easier that way." He replied.

She looked at him with her face full of disgust as she got dressed. "What?" He asked, noticing the look he was giving her.

She shrugged her shoulders and continued to put on her clothing. She put on some high-waisted jeans with a long-sleeved black shirt and some black sneakers. She began to notice that most of her clothes were black. Damn my closet looks like funeral clothing line or something She thought. She tied her shoe laces and went over to Michael. "So when is this woman gonna get here?" She asked.