let me love you ~ michael jackson & ariana grande

the victory tour

                 July 6, 1984

Ariana

"How was the first show?" I twirl my pasta around with my fork.

"It was okay. I don't think my heart was in the right place, it's still there with you in L.A."

I laugh at his cheesiness and sip my water.

"I'm just grateful you could be here for my 20th birthday."

"How's the age 20 treating my girl?" He questions. Hearing the words "my girl" coming out of his mouth will never get old to me.

"I feel the same. Nothing very eventful has taken place ever since you left." Which is true. These past 10 days have been so boring.

"That makes me sad to hear you say that."

"If it makes you feel any better, I miss you. When is the last show again?"

"I'm not sure. I know that we'll be doing a Europe leg after December." He sighs. I can tell he's frustrated by his voice.

I am too though, not seeing Michael for 6 months is not going to be fun. He was the one person who I could count on for happiness and now that he's gone, I'm going to have to enjoy everything by myself.

"Hey, don't worry. I'll be visiting you sometime in September. That's when Quincy goes to the Bahamas."

"About Quincy, how's your album coming along?"

"Great." The excitement rises in me once I think about the release of my album. I haven't exactly decided on a release date yet but I'll get there.

"Are you excited?" He asks.

"Definitely. I'm thrilled to see what people have to say about it, I'm new to the music industry and have put my heart and soul into this. I can't afford for it to not do well." I walk over to the sink and wash the tomato stained plastic plate. Welp, that's not coming off.

"It'll do well, I know it. You have the voice of an angel, you can write great songs. What more is there to it?"

I laugh at his encouragement and think to myself how I managed to win over the heart of this man.

"Anyway, I'll let you go. It's pretty late and you need your rest."

"You wanna get rid of me that bad?" Michael says in an exaggerated sad tone.

"Are you kidding me? Talking to you is the best part of my day. But you do have an hour and a half show to do tomorrow."

"You're right. I'll call you tomorrow around the same time, I love you."

"Love you too."

He hangs up and I place the phone back down.

"Ariana!" I hear my mother's voice call me from upstairs.

"Yes?" I head in her direction.

"What's Janet's foundation doing here?" She gestures to the darker coloured makeup that sits in the bathroom drawer.

I'm instantly confused. From what I know, Janet doesn't even wear foundation enough for her to bring it over to my house. Since I don't understand where the hell that makeup came from, I don't want my mother to be equally as confused.

"How long was that in there for?" I question, fiddling with my fingers.

"Not sure. I was cleaning out the bathroom and just found that in the back amongst the other junk in there."