{Paul McCartney's POV}
"He isn't here, sorry." Karen Faye answers while packing up her stuff.
"Where is he? Did you see him?" I ask her totally losing my patience.
"Nope." She answers simply and walks away. Oh God, no.
I have been looking for Michael from 20 minutes, now. This sucks. He has performance in next 5 minutes and he is nowhere to be found. The director is probably gonna rip his hair out. Ah great, here he comes. The director.
"Where is he?! We begin in 5 minutes! And he is not here, yet! Where the hell is he?!" The director yells.
"I'm so sorry. He'll be here, don't worry, I'm gonna find him!" I respond and leave so that he couldn't yell no more. Oh God, Michael.
Where could he be? Where could he be.. as I'm thinking of him, he walks over to me, with yet another bottle of wine. Ugh. Great.
"Michael? Michael!" I yell as I take hold of him. "Stop it! You know you have performance in a few minutes, don't you?! And you are drinking?! I mean, how could you, Mike?!"
"Whatever, Paul.. let me get to the stage." He answers letting go the fact that he is drunk.
"Michael.. you sure you can do this? I mean look at you. You can't even walk straight!" I ask him, making him walk straight.
"Paul, I'm drunk, not dead." He mumbles while grabbing his jacket.
"Okay, then! Go ahead! But remember, I don't want any scene, this time. Remember, no matter people say, you don't respond, okay?" I shout at him, he nods.
"Thanks.." He says and gets up on the stage. The crowd goes wild once he gets up on stage and starts singing.
Another Day Is Gone,
I'm still all alone.
How could this be?
You're not here with me.
You never said goodbye,
Someone tell me why?
Did you have to go,
And leave my world so cold.
Everyday I sit and ask myself,
How did love slip away?
Something whispers in my ear and says,
That you are not alone, I'm here with you.
Though you're far away, I'm here to stay.
You are not alone, I'm here with you.
Though we're far apart, you're always in my heart.
You are not alone.
I hold back my tears, trying not to break down from the deepness of his voice. It hurts, how my friend got broken so many times, even after being the perfect man, he is.
I swear, if I wasn't a man, I could've punched those bitches in the face how could they do this to him? First, Diana Ross, then Tatum O' Neal, then Brooke Shields and now Lisa Marie Presley. And he does all these songs to explain the pain that he has gone through. Welcome to the life of Michael Jackson. Filled with Fame, Talent, Fans and Heartbreak.
*some miles away*
{Ariana 's POV}
"Ariana?! We can't wait! The customers are here!" Jenna screams for the tenth time now. When would she stop it? She knows Michael Jackson is on T. V and she still thinks I should hurry up? How am I supposed to leave? I mean just look at him.
He has all those qualities a singer should have. He's smart, good looking, dances fantastically and most of all, has an extremely beautiful voice.
"ARIANA! I SWEAR IF YOU DON'T COME DOWN NOW YOU'RE DEAD!!" My manager David yells in a warning tone. Oh God, no. Why me?
I run down grabbing my purse and scarf. There stands David along with Jenna holding an angry look. Save me, good lord!
"Sorry, sorry, sorry! I'm going.. I'm going!" I say quickly running over to the stage with a place filled with crowded people. Or should I say crowded 'drunk' people.
I begin singing. Today's track is Madonna's Borderline. People here, love the song. I continue singing while thinking of Michael.
Borderline..
Feels like, I'm going to lose my mind
'Cuz you get the best of me,
Over the Borderline.
I sing these types of songs, which have a great dancing music in it or something that is peppy 'cuz I like to hide my pain with them.
Welcome to the world of Ariana Grande a.k.a me. My life is filled with pain, abuse, poverty and creepy stuff. No matter, how much I struggled, here is where I am. In a bar. As a bar-singer.
My third story! Yay!! Hope you like the first chapter! I hope you guys support this story, because its me growing as a writer. I hope you support me, like you've always did!
Love xx
-Aishwarya x
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Complicated Love ~ An MJ And Ariana Grande Fantasy
FanfictionSuperstar Michael Jackson falls for Ariana, who's a bar-singer, and helps her to fulfil her dreams, of becoming a pop - star, leaving all his fame and fans behind.
