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Todo Mi Amor Eres Tu **part 3

BTW :: I know mobile phones probably weren't invented back then but I'm gunna use it anyway xx
*~MYSTERY~*

Me: (whispering quickly) What...where....oh no!

I decided to hide behind the couch. I crouhed down and held my breath. A minute or so later, I heard the wide doors open. I peeked through the crack. There they were! On any other day, I would have been screaming. But I was in no mood to do so.

Tito: Hey! Where's that necklace I bought for Enid? (his wife)
Jackie: Where's my make-up?

They were all looking around curiously. I stood up.

Joseph Jackson: Who are you?! What are you doing in here?! Security!
Me: Wait! I know who took your stuff.
Joe: Who then?
Me: Umm (realising Bob was probably a fake name) Well, I don't know his name, but-
Security: Don't worry, mr Jackson, we'll take her.
Tito: Hold on, what's your name?
Me: Kayla Harris.
Tito: Kayla, where is my necklace?
Me: It's actually a pretty long story. (shaking and nervous) Why don't you guys go perform and I'll tell you after the show?
Joe: Fine. Security, watch her!

I watched them get ready and I really wanted to meet Michael. Whenever I looked away from him, I could sense he was looking at me. I got my mobile out and decided to call Pam.

Ring! Ring!
Pam: (yelling over the noise) HELLO!!?
Me: Pam?
Pam: KAYLA!!? OH MY GOD WE WERE SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU!! WHERE ARE YOU?!
Me: Pam. Long story short, I'm in the Jackson 5 dressing room. I'll get a taxi home. You guys just enjoy the concert.
Pam: BUT YOU'LL MISS THE CONERT!
Me: Yeah. That does suck. But I'm busy. I'll call you when I get home.
Pam: YOU SURE?!!
Me: Yep.
Pam: OKAY!!
Me: Bye.
Pam: BYE!!

I got off the phone and looked at the boys who were getting their make-up done. A man with earphones and black clothes on ran in.

Man: Guys, you're on in 3.
Joe: You heard him. Go on, get up there. (looks at me with anger) You wait here.

I waited for another hour and a half and finally they finished performing.

TBC....

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