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The "Thrill" Michael gave me (part 2)

The next day was just the same. We went through each scene a few times, joked around a few times, had some good laughs. Then, John Landis (director) shouted: CUT!!! Break time everyone. Michael and I went for a short little walk. We talked about our lives because we trusted each other. Me: Oh my gosh, that's awful. Michael: Yeah, he used beat us with anything, his belt his hand, a branch, anything that will "teach us a lesson". Me: I'm sorry to hear that. Michael: It's ok. I know that deep down that he loved us very much. Me: But, apparently he loved his money more than you and your brothers at that time. Michael: Maybe... um could I asked you something? Me: Of course. Michael: I was wondering if you wanted to go to the Grammys with me... as my... date. I hesitated. Michael: If you don't want to than that's ok. I'll just ask Ola if she wants to go with me. Me: NO! Michael jumped back shocked but laughing at the same time. Me: Sorry, I would be honored to. Michael:*blushing* Cool... Lets go. I think I hear John calling. We run to go rehearse. After rehearsal, Michael offered to drive me home. Me: Thank you. Are you sure you don't mind. Michael: I don't mind. Michael held my hand in his as we walked down to the limo. John was right behind us. John: Hmmmm, looks like you guys are getting along well. He was looking at Michael while saying this. Michael let go of my hand. Michael: Yes, but we're just friends. John walked to Michael and whispered: I think you're more than that. I looked at Michael puzzled wondering what John whispered to Michael. John: Well, see you again... WHOA!!! Next month. Me: Michael... why next month? Michael: Oh, it's Christmas. We don't rehearse if it's a national holiday. Me: Oh. John: Have a merry Christmas you two. Michael: You, too! When Michael saw that John was out of sight and no one else was around to see, he took my hand again and we kept walking until we got to the limo. Michael: After you *giggles* Me:*giggling* Thank you. We got into the limo and off we went. Michael: Umm... I'm having a Christmas party and I was wondering if... um... Me: I would love to come. Michael:*blushing* Awesome. Will your parents mind? Me: Of course not. They'll be glad that I'm being more social. Michael:*smiling* Ok. Christmas came sooner than I thought. But I had the perfect dress. My mother did my hair and said: You look beautiful. Me: Thank you. RING RING RING!!! Mother: I'll get it. Mother: Hello? Michael: Hello? Elizabeth. Mother: No, it's Elizabeth's mother. Who, may I ask, is speaking. Michael: Michael Jackson. May I please speak with Elizabeth? Mother: Yes, hold on, I'll get her. She puts the phone on the table. Mother: Elizabeth? Me: Yes? Who is it? Mother: Michael's on the phone for you. Me: Ok, thank you. I go downstairs and pick up the phone off the table. Me: Hello? Michael? Michael: Hello, am I speaking to Elizabeth? Me: Yes, you are. Michael: Ok, Ummmm I'm sorry but I have to cancel the party. Me:*GASP* Why? What's wrong? Are you hurt? Michael:*groans in pain* Yes. I broke my arm while carrying in firewood with my brother, Marlon. And *groans again* the wood was to heavy and Marlon's hand slipped and the wood landed on my arm. I'm in the hospital with my mother and my 5 other brothers. Me: Oh my gosh! Would you like me to come and see you? Michael: No, I don't want to give you any trouble. Me: No, it's ok. I was just getting ready for the party when you called. I'll be right over. Michael: Ok, thank you.*hangs up* I put the phone on the receiver, and run upstairs. Me: Mother, could you drive me to the hospital. Michael is there because he broke his arm while carrying wood. Mother: Of course. Lets go.

To Be Continued...

By: Elizabeth/ Age:13
(author of The "Thrill" Michael gave me (part 1)

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