Fascinating Lights ( A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

No Excuses To Make

"Hello, my name is Amanda Langdon, and I'd like to buy a personalized ticket for Michael Jackson's concert, please", I spoke nervoulsy. It sounded so wrong in my ears, buying tickets for the man I once wanted to marry.
"Yes, the one in Boston's 75th theatré.... thank you".
I put a stain of hair behind my ear, breathing out loud.
Am I really that desperate to buy a ticket for my ex boyfriend because I can't help but need to stalk him in a kind of way?
Whatever, I rolled my eyes. Fate has it's plan with me and it'll be alright...
The concert will be in a few days and I need to do some research before it's on.

The ticket arrived just a few days later with the usual mail and just right on time for the upcoming concert.
I wanted to book a VIP ticket too but they were already sold out. So I need to try my luck and get a glimpse of him when the show is over.

I came home from work, stressed out and in desperate need of some relaxing time, at it's best with a cup of tea and a hot bath. I never was the wine type at all, so for me it's good enough to drink some cups of tea, sometimes I pour some liqour in it, just for the boost.
But not today, I still need to drive on my own, so there's no alcohol for me.

I arrived at the stadium's parking lots and turned off the engine.
It was difficult to drive through a massive crowd of hysterical screaming and fainting fans.
I'd never thought he would get such a big fanbase in quite a short time. It impressed me, and some kind of made me nervous.
Looking around myself I got a glimpse of the entrance hall.
I marched my way towards the big doors, pushing through a wall of already heavyly sweating fans who all had an overdose of adrenaline rushing through their bodies.

I showed my ticket to one of the workers there. She took it, cut it on one side, nodded at me and gestured me with a slight turn of the head where I needed to go next.
I walked along the big hallway. The walls were hung with large posters and flags of Michael in different poses.
His music was playing loud and several merch and information booths were everywhere.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we're proudly present to you, our guest of honor this evening - Michael Jackson", someone shoutet into the microphone right as I came in.
I sat myself on one of the stoves under the VIP podest and watched him perform.
My heart skipped a beat as he entered the stage. He basically flowed over the carpet with this gorgeous smile, grabbing the microphone stand, eyeing the crowed once, chuckled lightly and began the first song.

So many songs I didn't even knew until now, and let me tell you what, he improved his talents to another level, his singing and performing, I totally forgot how much passion he set into it.
A single tear made it's way down my cheek. I still love him so much...

The show slowly came to an end as he presented his final single and the one that should be followed as another music video. Dirty Diana.
"This song is inspired by a person I know, enjoy it", he explained as he began setting the rhythm for the song and the band soon followed with instruments.

All these people went crazy and acted like they were mad monkeys in a zoo. It indeed was hard to push through them to get to the backstage area.
"Excuse me.... excuse me..... sorry...", I yelled and used my elbows to dig further through the thick crowd.

I finally reached the locked area that lead behind backstage. The place where Michael hopefully was.
I slipped underneath the banner and tip toed behind the security guards so they wouldn't notice me.
"Hey, young lady, what are you doing here?", one of them shouted.
Fuck...
"We need to see your VIP card, or else you have to leave immediately", the guy told me.
"But I need to see Michael... I", he cut me off.
"Get out. Now.", he walked towards me, grabbing my upper arm and dragged me out.
I simply can't believe it, I'm missing the chance...
"Michael!", I shouted.
"Let her go Jeff", his sweet voice suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
His grip softened and he stepped a few inches back.
"Good to see you Amanda", he spoke, standing all of a sudden in front of me.
It seemed like yesterday that we saw each other. All the emotions flowed back into my system and brought goosebumps all along.
"Hey... Michael", I wasn't sure of what to say.
I barely could look into his eyes, so I lowered my sight and kept eyeing the ground in front of his shoes.
"Do you have a few minutes, I'm in need to ask you something".
"Sure, the concert is over, I'm free now", he smiled and lead me to his fitting room.

"So, what is it?", he asked, taking a seat on the large leather couch.
"I... uhm, don't know how to start...", I stuttered.
"How much money do you need?", he bursted out, raising his eyebrows.
"Why do you think that I need money, Michael?", I almost choked on my own spit.
"Aren't all of you in need of something from me, doesn't matter if it's time, money or sex", he shrugged his shoulders.
"Oh, just like Valerie?", I took a seat beside him.
He raised his eyebrows.
"You're two dating, aren't you?".
He began to laugh. "Well, we are not dating Amanda".
I looked at him totally confused. "But I saw you two going on a date, don't you tell me this fine man wasn't you".
"I'm finally rich enough for a good lawyer that helps me out of this crisis, so you can know the truth that I'm not dating her", he brought his index finger to his lips.
"She's blackmailing me".
I narrowed my eyes, "Blackmailing you?, are you kidding me?".
He shook his head giggling. "Enough time passed already, that I can laugh about all this bullshit".
"Ok, I think you need to explain this to me", I said.