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Two Words Pronounced - Part One

A black limousine rolled in front of the Moroccan styled arches of the Shrine Auditorium. The 22nd Annual Grammy awards had arrived, Michael had long awaited his chance to be appreciated by his talents. Inside the still-moving car sat a very beautiful, sad-eyed girl who - despite of her relatively young age - had taken part in events like this before she could barely talk. 
Right now, she was dressed in a simple black and white dress which highlighted her pale, soft skin. She gazed intently out of the tinted car window and listened to the noise outside.
The limousine stopped, this was it.
"Are you ready?" Michael whispered softly.
She turned and smiled. 
"Yes." with a confident voice.
The limousine door opened and Michael had never felt so graceful in his life. There he was dressed elegantly in a black tuxedo with a silver, sparkling shirt. He held her hand to comfort her, he had realized her anxiousness.
Cameras flashed at Michael and Brooke, they couldn't of seemed like a more perfect-looking couple.

When they stepped in the ample parquet-floored foyer of the Auditorium, several heads turned to look at them. Immediately Brooke spotted Diana Ross and her confidence faltered a bit. She pressed to Michael's side.
(Michael)"What's wrong?"
(Brooke)"Is my hair decent?"
(Michael)"Yes."
He sighed and shook his head.
(Brooke)"Is this hem too short?"
(Michael)"No!" he hissed.
(Brooke)"It just feels like it was. What about the back?"

"Brooke, I don't wanna... I don't wanna stare at your - ."
He blushed a bit.
Brooke giggled and slapped his arm lightly. When she glimpsed at Michael's vulnerable face, chills ran down her spine. 
He was amazing. Tender, funny, intelligent, adorable... 
Yes, she did have a crush on him. But who wouldn't? He was Michael Jackson, after all. For her, he was even more than that so it was inevitable.

(Brooke)"Are you excited?" she asked keeping her voice low.
(Michael)"You bet," he murmured. You know, I - "
"Michael!"
Michael flinched and blushed again. Why people always picked the worst moment to enter a conversation? 
Nevertheless he smiled politely, afterall she was Diana Ross.
(Diana)"Don't you look handsome tonight."
Michael smiled sadly.
(Michael)"Thankyou, you're looking great."
(Diana)"I try."
(Michael)"You -"
He was interuppted again.
(Diana)"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, who's this young lady?"
(Michael)"She's Brooke. Shields. A friend of mine."
(Diana)"A friend?" she repeated slowly.
(Michael)"Yes."
Brooke felt slight disappointment in his words, his tone of voice did not help either.
A silence had entered the conversation which made it seem more awkward.
Diana clapped her hands together and took a deep sigh.
(Diana)"It was lovely seeing you, I should probably head towards my seat. Good luck."
(Michael)"Thankyou."
She walked away, wihtout saying a word to Brooke.
(Brooke)"..Bye."

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