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Fascination(PART1) by Candice
â??To draw irresistibly the attention and interest of someone.â? Thatâ??s what the word â??fascinateâ? meant when I looked it up in the dictionary, but that meaning certainly did change that day I met him. He was wearing his shiny golden pants and his blue polo. He was onstage and he was mesmerizing. Okay, youâ??re probably thinking what the hell right? I know itâ??s lame. My dad worked for him, as one of his advisers and my dad knew I was a big fan so he got his complementary tickets and gave it to my friend and me. I first saw him at his HIStory tour concert and from that day on, I just knew there was a spark that ignited. It was like a connection. For a moment, I thought I was wrong but as the show came to an end, I knew I was right. â??Are you ready to meet him in person?â? My friend Frances was asking me. Michael Jackson was calling me from his dressing room! RIGHT AFTER HIS CONCERT! I fixed myself up and I hurried to his door. His bodyguard was outside and he opened the door for me. â??No screamingâ? He said with a grin. I walked in and there he was sitting on a couch near the mirror. â??I hope you enjoyed the showâ? He said as he shook my hand. â??Your name is?â? He asked. â??Candiceâ? I replied in total awe. â??I called you here because I needed to talk to you about something.â? He sat down again and he asked me to make myself comfortable. â??I know your dad very well and I trust him so much. I need you to tell him that heâ??s no longer needed.â? His words shocked me to hell. Did he just say that my dad was already fired? For a moment my adoration for him turned to hate. â??Why are you doing this? My dad works so hard for you and heâ??s never said anything about you behind your back!â? I was defending my dad because I knew he loved his job and he was so into it. Michael wasnâ??t answering me. â??Whatever!â? I walked out of the dressing room and I rushed to my car. His bodyguard was running after me, waving a small white envelope. â??Itâ??s for your dad.â? He said. Frances was no longer there so I had to make the 30-minute drive going home alone. I was thinking of how to tell my dad, but then I thought that maybe the message was already in the envelope that Michael gave. I arrived home and dad was already fast asleep. It was already almost 2 in the morning. I sneaked into his bedroom and placed the envelope on his bedside table. I kissed him on the forehead and went to bed with a heavy and uneasy hard. I wonder how my dad would react. The next day.. â??Candice! Come down here!â? Dadâ??s voice was pretty loud it caused me to jerk out of sleep. I washed my face and rushed down to the kitchen. He was already eating and beside his plate was the envelope, and it was already open. I sat down beside him and I tried to comfort him. â??Congratulations!â? He was gleaming. At this point I was already confused. Wasnâ??t he supposed to be sad and depressed? He lost his job for Christâ??s sake! My eyes widened as he continued to rejoice. â??Michael has written me a letter and it clearly states that he no longer needs me.â? I was even more shocked as he said this with a laugh. â??Dad? Donâ??t you like this job? Arenâ??t you supposed to be depressed or suicidal by now?â? I was joking of course. I asked him to explain further. â??Well, he no longer wants me, because he wants you.â? He answered. I didnâ??t know what to say at that moment. For some reason, I caught myself smiling, laughing even.
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