The year was 1971 and little Michael was already a star in his own right. He wasn't ungrateful, but times were hard for him. You see, he was always on the road, and the boy just wanted some sleep.
He'd just gotten done traveling back home from tour, and he was excited to be home. Home was where his pet rats were. Home was where his motorbikes were. Home was where bright sunshine and peace was, and that's where he wanted to be.
Michael wasn't thinking about being a star like how older stars would think. He was just thinking about how he'd been singing since he could remember, and how people had always made a big deal out of such a natural act. And now that natural act made him a star. There were flashing lights, screaming girls, and so much input coming into his senses at once. He was grateful for being out of the poor, but he was also overwhelmed sometimes.
He just wanted to do what he loved to do and to be a normal kid too, but that obviously must be too much to ask. His weary eyelids closed as he finally settled into his own bed. Nothing felt better than having your own blankets against your skin as you looked at your own posters and memorabilia. But for Michael, that was a luxury he wasn't always able to have.
Although he only had a week of freedom, it was better than nothing. He still had to do his vocal exercises, but he had no other obligations to attend to—that was nice. With these thoughts in his mind, Michael went to bed with excitement for the next day.
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Roman d'amourThis story is about Michael meeting a girl named Ebony. Will they stay friends? Will she save him? Will they be more? Read to find out. There will be some mature Themes here. 18+
