Finding Her Voice | a Michael Jackson story

"Y'know... people write songs about girls like you."

"Then you better get started on that."

"Oh believe me, I will." He promised, still tracing a hand over flaming skin.

"Is that so, in that case how would it sound like?" I enquired whilst gently swirling the glass, watching the wine roll around its bowl.

"Mmm... probably jazzy. Complicated. Enchanting in a way commanding all my attention."

His touch ignited a burning flame in my stomach. Almost as if I could feel his suppressed hunger for something we both knew was inappropriate.

He wasn't sober enough to even understand the consequences of his own words.

So I leaned over towards him, smoothly brushed off his wandering hand and pulled him closer by the collar of his dress shirt.

I whispered lowly in his ear,

" No. Not like this. When you touch me, I want you to remember every second of it."

•°•°•

Nobody talks about the loneliness of fame.

Nobody could understand how not even the brightests of spotlights could seem to erase the emptiness lingering inside once the glamour dulled.

Because if you are Michael Jackson the whole world puts you on a pedestal with an image to uphold.

When a night of smooth jazz at a lone bar grants Michael the opportunity to meet an elusive woman desperately wanting to be heard not only by her voice but with her saxophone as well. He finds himself desiring to meet the shadow of a girl that stole the show.

Danielle Monroe survives as a background singer for her sister, never being allowed to outperform her. Between the odd gigs to boost her sister's dead end career and working at the failing Vinyl shop to make ends meet she feels her dreams slipping out of her reach. Reaching a proper stage now nothing but a hazy dream.

When she meets Michael- that all changes. They soon realise that their relationship is quickly evolving into something dangerous for a superstar and a loungesinger who is only just now finding her voice again with the confidence he helped her redis