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Road Tour ~ Part 3
enjoy and vote! -Venice :) ---------------- "So here's the plan..you guys go on tour with me. Like stay in the bus with the crew and everything. And when the concert starts you go to your seats, then after the concert you come backstage and we repeat that for every concert," Michael says calmly. I look at Venice. She looks at me then back at Michael. "Go on tour with the biggest pop star out there...?," she pauses for suspense. Then jumps up, "HELL YES WE'LL GO ON TOUR WITH YOU!" "Venice we need to get our luggage and stuff," I say, pulling her back to her seat. "We are going on tour with Michael Jackson and you are worried about clothes?!," she yells. "WE CAN USE THE MONEY WE SAVED TO BUY MORE!!!" Michael looks at me and shrugs. "You guys don't have to. If you have something else then--" "No. No way. We ARE going on tour with you! Who can say they toured with Michael Jackson after this?....we can! Woo going on tour with Michael Jacksonnn. Touring with Michael Jacksonnn," she says while dancing around. "Woo!" Michael laughs and says, "We are going to leave soon. Out of the back and get back on the bus." ----------- Sneaking out of the back and back onto the bus wasn't a problem. The problem was explaining to Michael Jackson's manager. "Michael who are these girls?," his manager asks sternly. "They--," Michael starts but gets cut off by Venice. "We're Venice and Ora. Hardcore fans forever," she pulls out the tickets and sets them in her hands like she's playing poker. "We ran into Michael and he said we could tour with you guys, because we already bought tickets to all 123 shows. Might as well." His manager removes his cigar and laughs. "Tour with us?" He laughs like it's a joke. Then moves out of the way. "My pleasure." We're introduced to all the guitarists and back-up singers and dancers. They're all pretty nice and welcoming. ------ It's getting late and I have no where to sleep. Everyone else is sharing or in a seat. The seats are comfortable and all but I can't sleep sitting up. Venice took the last open bed. Leaving me a seat. I take a seat and wiggle around searching desperately for comfort. Then I hear a voice, "You can sleep in my bed." Can't really see but I've come to recognize the voice. Michael. "Umm no it's okay. I'm fine here," I say nervously. "Let's switch. I'll sleep in here and you sleep in my bunk." "Oh no, really it's fine." I don't want to impose but I'm tired as hell. After a moment of him staring at me, I give in. "If you insist." I get up and he shows me to the bed. I lay down and he takes a seat at the bottom where my feet are. I get curious when I'm sleepy. So I ask the question I've been wondering the whole time, "Why did you want us to go on tour with you?" "Because I love to see dedicated fans and with your niece's outifit and your far travel I thought I'd give you the full experience..." After a moment he adds, "And because because I'm lonely." He laughs quietly. I laugh too getting sleepier by the minute. "You don't have to be lonely," I say with a yawn, sleep sinking in. "I know," he sighs. I soon fall asleep not even remembering what we talked about. -------- I wake up to a weight on my feet. I try shaking it off but it's breathing. What is this? I sit up, and bump my head, then look at my feet. Oh it's just a Michael Jackson. I shake my feet slowly, causing him to move. He starts waking up and grumbling stuff. "Get off my feet," I say groggily. He slowly sits up and his hair is wild. Before he looks at me I fix my hair. My morning hair is not easy on the eyes. He rubs his eyes and yawns. "Scoot over," he says still yawning. I move over, not even catching on. Before I know it he leaps from the end of the bed to the top right next to me. He grabs the blanket off of me and covers up. "Really?" He smiles and gives me half the blanket back. Then he's sleep again. Might as well sleep myself. I lay back down and wrap up in the oh- so-comfortable blanket. Sleep sinks in again. But I thought about it before I fell asleep, 'Technically I'm sleeping with Michael Jackson. I'm so cool..' ------- hopefully you enjoyed! vote please! hope to write more!!!! :) -Venice :)
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