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Twists Of Love ----- Part 8

Michael: So...Have a good night.
Me: You too.

I walked outside and heard the door thud closed behind me. I walked into the audience and found the girls dancing to the supporting band. Except Sonia, who was sulking in the corner. I rolled my eyes and started dancing. Before I knew it, a few guys were hitting on Sonia, and she WAS ACCEPTING THEM! They were all dancing and Sonia's already-mini dress was riding up her thighs.

Our tickets were the best, front and center. Then Michael came on stage. I screamed in applause and felt the people behind me pushing, trying to get closer to their idol. The mosh pit was known for being extremely dangerous. But I kept smiling and dancing, despite the limited space. Michael must have known exactly what tickets we got, because the second he started to sing, She's out of my life, Michael would motion to me and wink.

I started to blush, because of embarassment and because of the heat. By the end of the show, I was ready to pass out. Attending a Bad concert two nights in a row does take it's toll. Apparently Joanna felt like that as well.

Joanna: C'mon girls, let's get out of here.
Me: *sigh* Yep, let's - where's Sonia?

We were looking around frantically, trying to spot her making out with someone. After a while, I decided to ask Michael's guards to help look for her. I left the girls and went to his dressing room. One woman, with the name tag reading, "Lexa", was waiting out front of the door.

Me: Here's my backstage pass.
Lexa: Oh. I am supposed to accompany people to his room, you know, security reasons. But there is already a visitor in there.
Me: That's okay.

She pushed open the door and I couldn't speak.

There.
Both sitting on the couch.
Was Sonia.
And Michael.
Making out.

That bitch!! I cringed as Lexa coughed awkwardly, catching their attention. Michael looked embarassed and anxious, Sonia looked smug and proud.

Lexa: Mr. Jackson? Are you comfortable without me here?
Michael: *clears his throat* Yeah.

She left and it was very, very awkward. Michael had moved to the other side of the couch and was running his fingers through his hair. I felt a giant lump rise in my throat and my eyes were watery.

Me: Uhh...So you are safe then?
Sonia: Guess I am.
Me: Well, i'm off. *frostily* Michael, are you dropping her home?

As I turned to leave, Michael jumped up and leaned against the door, with an apologetic expression.

Michael: Don't leave.
Me: You want a three way? Is that it?

I was getting angrier, more frustrated with the situation.

Michael: No, I want to explain...
Me: You want to explain why there is lipstick on your lips, is that it?

As Michael reached up to brush off the (imaginary) lipstick, I ducked under his arm and left the room, feeling like an idiot.

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