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Road Tour ~ Part 4
OMG!!!! Best amount of votes I have ever seen on this story!! Barely 3 parts and you guys are requesting more! im gonna faint. lol but whoever wrote me to write more i love you and this part 4 is dedicated to your loveliness :) read on! -Venice :) ------------------- I wake up, AGAIN. To a weight on me. I sit up by my elbows, and Michael's head is on my stomach with his arms around my waist. I don't wanna wake him up. Then Venice starts singing extremely extremely loud, "ITS MORNING! GOOD MORNING, GOOD MORNING TO YOU!" One of the guitarists yells, "IT'S AFTERNOON!" Venice gets mad arguing that the song wouldn't sound right like that. She then plays it back to him. And he agrees with her. Michael starts waking up right when I start stretching. He smiles at me and gets up. Bathroom I guess.. It was a pretty good morning. Everyone ate good, no one woke up on a wrong strangely-demonic side side of the bed, and everything was just cool and smooth-sailing. Until, Venice just NEEDED to go shopping for more clothes. Michael wanted to go. That was the real problem. I mean he's an adult but he's a Michael Jackson type of adult. He'll get mobbed and robbed. But we decide he can go anyways. -------- His fake mustache keeps falling off and the wig is just terrible. Venice buys a red shirt, black pants, white socks, a letterman jacket, and black shoes because that's what Michael is wearing. I shake my head at her and I eventually and accidentally buy a red shirt, too. I buy a few cheap things. No need for a blow-out or anything. We can stop again soon. I laugh at Michael trying to keep his mustache on. "Just, please, PLEASE take it off. It's terrible," I laugh, again. "No! People will recognize me!," he says defensively holding onto his 'stache. He eventually laughs and takes it off. Some random guy looks at him and he quickly slaps it back on. Me and Michael stop to talk and he knocks over a whole rack of clothes. He takes off running. I stand there laughing, I stop instantly when the store lady comes over. "You pick this now," she says angrily. "I didn't do that!," I say laughing. Venice comes over to me and I tell her "RUN!" She holds onto her bags tightly and runs with me. "DON'T COME BACK HERE, YOU AMERICANS!," the store woman yells. We break out in laughter as we meet Michael at the door. "Should we go to another store?," he asks Venice and I. "I think we've done ENOUGH, Michael," I say, raising my eyebrows at him. He laughs. A cute laugh. God, he's cute. ---------- The concert time comes around and sneaking out and around isn't easy. People stare and stuff. We get out of the tour bus and make our way to the front of the building. A few people seen us get out of the bus but they're not important, so we thought... We get to our usual front row seats and wait for the concert to start. When Michael comes out we start jumping and screaming as if we weren't just with him. He points at us again and smiles. I actually am becoming a big fan of Michael Jackson, the person. Not the artist. His music is good but his persona is better. I still, to this day, don't understand why people can't see how beautiful he truly is. (
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