It felt like my rose-bun was weighing my head down, and the cold brush of my earrings made me shiver. I approached the drinking bar and sat on a stool, staring around. Then, I looked back at the Ball.
Michael was holding a microphone and he was up on the highest stair, I've never seen him look so nervous before. "Um, the Ball is dedicated to my brother, Rowan and um, I just wanted to - uh, say that we should all have our drinks in hand, cause this is for Rowan."
Michael raised his glass and so did everybody else, and then they all drank the same colored drink. Damn, I wish I had a drink. That was kind of rude, not having one.
When the cheer was done, Michael stepped off the stairs, I watched him nearly trip, a dizzy look in his eyes, before approaching me at the bar.
I'm the one who convinced him to snip his hair in the front and braid it in the back of his head so I took credit for how alluring he looked right now.
I jerked, and nearly fell as the room exploded with the most earsplitting bang, I thought I was the only one.
"EVERYBODY ON THE GROUND!" A sharp, male voice boomed through the Ballroom air.
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tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)
FanfictionDiana Cartwright helped Michael Jackson escape his world of fame, unaware that he is being harassed by a man in a mask. Sticking with him she is thrust in a world of pain, lies and romance.
