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Say It Again - Part 1

It's 1983. Michael Jackson's year. Thriller remained at the top of the charts for weeks. Motown's 25th Anniversary was a raging success. He was crowned the King of Pop. Things really couldn't look better for Michael Jackson. At least that's what it seemed...

Michael opened his eyes slightly. So slight that most of his view was black. He could feel the heaviness under his eyes. He moaned as he forced himself to sit up in his warm, comfortable bed. He rubbed his eyes and his eyes expanded wide whilst he blinked furiously. It had been a long night at the studio last night. He slowly turned his head to look over at the clock. 8:00am exactly. Michael shut his eyes and cursed himself for getting up so early. He never slept well anymore, he would often be stressed about his overbooked scheduele and become even more frustrated about getting so little sleep every night. Michael opened his eyes and decided he would try to sleep for a few more hours, he felt generous and thought he may as well spend his day off catching up on some much deserved sleep. As Michael slouched back in to bed, tucking the sheet just underneath his chin and smiling to himself. He already felt himself drifitng off in to a warm sleep. He was almost asleep, he could feel his mind going... and going... and going...
(Phone rings)
Michael's eyes shot open. He felt his rage increasing as he heard the phone ring. "Leave it." He whispered to himself. But what if it was imporant? What if it was an emergency? What if it was an important deal? What if someone was injured? What if something was wrong with the record label? What if it was his mother? Michael shut his eyes tight and tried to disgard all the thoughts about the phone call. He tried and tried but it was hopeless. Michael jumped out of bed and ran to the phone before the caller hung up. As he reached the phone he hesitated and took a deep breath, calming himself down from his anger. He picked up the phone and only managed to mumble a "Hello?"
"Michael! It's Quincy! How are you feeling?"
Michael paused.
"I'm feeling ok I suppose."
"I know this is short notice but I remembered that we have to meet at the studio to discuss the promotion for the album. I should have warned you last night but I was so caught up about the record. Would you be able to come down? I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important."
Michael hesitated to answer again. He knew that Quincy had rang for a reason and he was dreading it. Michael felt awful but he couldn't risk missing a meeting if it was important. After all he knew that it was important if Quincy was feeling brave enough to ring him after a long night in the studio.
"Yeah, I suppose so." Michael said faintly. "What time?"
"In an hour. I'm sorry for the short notice Michael. I only just remembered myself."
"An hour?" Michael asked in disbelief. That was short notice.
"Yes Michael. I'm incredibly sorry. I know we had a late night last night but it is very important."
"I'll show up." Michael mumbled again.
"Thank you Michael. I have to go and run some errands before the meeting but I'll see you there. Goodbye."
"Goodbye." Michael replied.
With that, Michael hung up the phone and spent the whole morning hating himself for picking up the phone.

To be continued

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