Fault In Our Stars (Michael Jackson)

Ch.13- Become Famous?

Billie's POV
 

I remember the concerned look in his eyes when he looked at me. He snapped his fingers, like he said, thrice already yet i didn't respond until he did it the forth time.
"Did they scare you? You've been quiet ever since you got in"
What is he saying? Does this mean that I didn't actually ask him that question. You know, whether he's seen me before. Like, I just don't know anymore. I'm just so concerned about my health right now. I looked to him in a fast pace.
"What? Sorry, just in a daze. It's the test", I lied.

He let out a sweet laugh.
"I asked whether or not  you want to come with me to the studio?"

I smiled for three reasons.
1). I did not remember him asking me that.
2). His laugh was so cute and he is, after all, Michael Jackson.
3). I was not in the mood of being stern because why? I was trying to recover from a recent traumatic event... if you get what I'm saying.

"Michael, you can't possibly tell me that I didn't ask you that question... you even answered me. Remember?", I  sounded desperate. I could hear it myself.

He looked so darn lost. "You asked me to go to the studio?"

"What? Pshh, no", I snapped. "I asked you if you've seen me before and you answered me. Now do you remember?"

"I didn't ask you that. I asked whether you'd like to got to the studio with me. I'm sure that test must have been pretty difficult seen as you're utterly lost", he looked out the side of his window, making sure that there were no incoming cars as he turned to the left.

I did not even realize that we weren't even being followed any longer.

"Oh really? Look I was not like how could I say? Lost in my exam room so I am most certainly not lost right now"

"Billie, Billie", he sighed. "We're here". The car came to a stop.

"What is this man talking about?", I looked out the window.

"The studio", he informed me as he came to open the door.

"We're here", he smiled. His smile was so promising .

We walked into the studio. It was so quiet. Nobody was there beside us. The door of the booth creaked as he opened the door. It might have had a creaking door but he definitely knew how to record in style. The tables were varnished. The highest quality recording systems. Instruments of an orchestra. It was good looking.
"And this is where the magic happens", he spun in a circle opening his arms outwards.

"It's magnificent", I smiled, filled with the ecstasy of being impressed greatly.

"You like it?", his eyes lit up. He started blushing.

"Of course", I stroked my fingers on the varnished table. "It's neat"

"If you like this, you'll love this", he placed a book before me.

"Err, just wait. Just because I attend university doesn't mean that I just love books. I'm musical too. I'm sure you're aware of that"

"No. I'm not being silly. I wrote a song... for us", his smile faded and he was looking pretty serious.
"Open it"

I opened to the first few pages. The first was titled Get On The Floor.  To be honest, Michael didn't have a tidy handwriting. Believe me, he left me a sweet letter one morning. There was print and cursive. Capital and small letters where there shouldn't be. I guess that it's just that most boys don't really have clean handwritings and they don't really take pride in school work. But the thing is that Michael was smart which made coming up with a conclusion tough.

"The next song", he said as he turned the page.

"This one?", I asked.
"Yeah. I want us to do a duet. Like the moon and the sun", he smiled.
I bit bottom lip, something I did when nervous.

I cleared my throat. "It's The Falling In Love"

"Yeah. What I did was", he started walking over to all the equipment. I said I was musical, but that didn't mean that I knew what all these buttons meant or did.

"Follow me please", I raised from the table, holding the book in my hand firmly and followed him.
 

"What I'm trying to do with this sing is, it's about lovers' fears about becoming in love with someone. So, I wrote what I think I fear and that will be my part. You'll write your part and sing it. If you need help just ask but try and be honest in your approach"

I then started biting the inside of mouth, something else I did when nervous.

He pushed a button something upwards and a beat started playing. He tuned it until he came to the proper intro he wanted.

"So, I'll sing and you can just hear the rhythm and jot some first words that comes to your mind. Then you could work on it from there", he smiled and went into the booth. He began.

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No-One's POV

"So Drew, what's up with your best friend and that guy?", Spencer asked.

"It's not just a guy, it's Michael Jackson and I think he wants to crack her shell open. You know? Find out what's beneath the sweet and kind yet cheeky and fast talking Billie. The fun thing is, her personality has condradicting traits. It's probably what makes her special', Drew responded.

"I just hope she sees how he could really better her life. She grew up not knowing her parents, where she is from... I look up to her, even though she's younger than me. She's bruised but she's keeping alive"

"She use to have a crush on me", Spencer grinned.

"Yeah, she still does... She'll kill me if she found out. That's why we need to stop doing this", Drew rose from the bed and started putting her jeans on.

"She's like my sister, I can't lose her", Drew sighed. She kissed Spencer on the lips before leaving the room.