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Chasing Fame *1*
Hey. My name is Nikki Brooks. I am starting a story with a little twist of drama, romance, and mystery ;). Anyways, about me at the end of story. ;) -- Michael was always told to stay on the lookout for someone who might love him just for him. But, unfortunately, Michael never listened. Instead, he went for the first pretty girl he saw. Now, that is a mistake. Everyone knows it. He entered the Olive Palace Bar in Hollywood. The year is 1982. Thriller era. Of course, Michael was tired and depressed because of having to visit the recording studio everyday and staying there for 3 hours straight. Without any breaks. He sat on the stool in front of the bartender and asked for a large glass of vodka. The bartender, bald, pinkish skin, and an angry face nodded, later to be found carrying a giant glass with vodka, and placing it hardly in front of Michael. â??Thank you,â? Michael muttered, giving the man five bucks. He nodded once again and went of to the back. In a few minutes, Michael felt a light tap on his shoulder. He turned around to be found by a brown haired beautiful girl. She looked a few years younger than him. She had brown eyes and pink, glossy lips. â??Um, hello? Who are you?â? Michael asked in a pleasant voice. â??Uh, your sitting on my bag. I left it there by accident. Do you mind getting up?â? asked the beautiful brunette. Michael looked down. Below his rear end, was a red bag with a butterfly on it. â??Oh, um, sorry. I didnâ??t notice,â? he said, getting up. She grabbed her bag and sat down in the stool next to him. His sunglasses fell when he got back onto the stool. He realized he was busted. â??Oh my god.. your Michael Jackson!â? said the brunette. Michael quickly put his sunglasses back on and shushed the girl. â??Your gonna blow my cover!â? shouted Michael. â??Sorry. But seriously, your one of my idols,â? said the girl. â??Whats your name?â? asked Michael. â??Sasha Clinton, nice to meet you Mr. Jackson,â? she said. She smiled and so did he. Hours passed, and they kept drinking and talking.. and repeating. At around 12:45 am, Michael got super tired. He needed to get to the recording studio tomorrow by 9:00 am and he was still up. He asked for one more drink and slowly drank it, while talking to Sasha. She was a charm. Her parents had died in a car accident when she was 16 and she has been living on her own since. â??You have a very interesting life, Miss Clinton,â? Michael said, smiling. â??Why donâ??t you call me sometime?â? Michael gave her a paper with his phone number and his home phone number in case he wasnâ??t available. She smirked and nodded. â??Of course.â? Michael got up, but got stopped by her. She leaned in close, Michael smelling her minty breath, and kissed him. -- How was that? Bad, I know, but I have no writing experience. I am from Chicago, the best city in the world, which also means I am close to Gary Indiana and yes I have visited Michael Jacksonâ??s Gary home. I am 14 years old, and I turn 15 years old on December 16. I go to a performing arts school here in Chicago, studying dance, vocals, band, and acting. Well, thatâ??s pretty much it. Until next time! Iâ??ll upload soon. Nikki
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