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Forever Dreaming: Michael & Melinda (2)

Here it goes! Part two! I hope you guys like this. Oh, I forgot to put this in my first story, but this is dedicated to all of ya'll, and of course, the king, MJ.

Right after chemotherapy that day, we rushed straight back home and I looked and looked all over my room for something cool to wear. I finally found my "Thriller shirt," I wore blue jeans and I put on a pink cap, and some sneakers on. (I was a tomboy mostly) That was all that I needed. The concert was scheduled to be at 8:00 pm, but we decided to get there at 6:00, because we thought that if we got there early, we could get a small glimpse of Michael. At 5:30, we drove over to Madison Square Garden and we were assigned front row seats, since Michael demanded that children with disabilities and diseases sit there. I found out that it was a private concert, made especially for the sick kids. Thirty minutes before the concert, I saw MJ wave at me. I shyly waved back at him. Oh my, he was so handsome! He had lucious, long, black curls falling in front of his beauty-riddened face, he had on a silverish, gray outfit with millions of buckles on his shirt and his black, leather pants. Then at 8, the concert finally started, and I had such an amazing time. Michael sung everything from "Heartbreak Hotel," to "Billie Jean," to "Bad." I sang along every lyric to every song, and I just loved every minute of it. There were tears falling out of my eyes because I just couldn't believe that he would be dancing in front of me in person. It was so good.
    After the concert ended, Mom and I were about to leave to go home, but this short, fat man with a long, wavy ponytail slicked back came walking to us. 
Fat Man: Miss? (he was referring to me) Michael has invited you personally to meet him at his hotel room.
    Just then, I felt like my heart was going to stop. MJ wanted me to come to his room? I thought this was a dream come true for me.
Me: Mom, you hear that?! We're gonna meet MJ!!!
   But just then, the man stopped me.
Man: Oh, I'm sorry, Miss, but he only invited you.
   WHAT?! I had to say this and it wasn't going to be easy.
Me: Well...if my mom can't go...then I'm not goin'.
Man: excuse me?
Me: (repeats myself) If my mom can't go, then I'm not going.
Mom: Oh no, honey. You go ahead.
Me: (in disbelief) What? Y-You'll let me go?
Mom: Of course, sweetie. I'm not just going to make you miss your dying wish, when it's right in front of you. Go ahead, Melinda. MJ's waiting for you.
Me: (gasps) Thanks, Mommy! (gives her a big hug)
Mom: You're welcome, honey bun. Call me when it's over and I'll pick you up afterwards. Have fun darling. (smiles)
Me: I will. (the man grabbed my arm in inpatience)
    Oh my...I was going to meet MJ! I didn't know what to expect and I was really anxious. I hoped that he would like me.

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