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I Hope You Dance-Part10
It's Spencer again and this is the next part to my story. I hope you guys like it. This is gonna be going from Spencer and Mikes' point of view. So, anyways here's part 10 to "I Hope You Dance"... I hope you guys like this part. Their gonna get better, I promise. ---------------------------------------------------------------- "I Hope You Dance-Part10" ---------------------------------------------------------------- Me-Spencer I looked up at Daddy. I was still mad at him... but it seemed liked he wanted to talk. I nodded and he started off first talking to me. Daddy: Baby girl, I know your mad at me because of the whole me kissing that women thing in the hallwayâ?¦ but do you really believe I wanna replace your mother? Me: (looking down)â?¦ Daddy: Spencerâ?¦ Me: it just feels that way, Daddy. Daddy: Baby, I love your mother with all my heart. And I still do. Just because Daddy has a new girlfriend doesn't mean I'm gonna forget about your mother. Me: Daddy...can you ever bring Mommy back? Daddy: (cups my chin with his hand) if Daddy could, Baby... God knows I would do my best to bring her back. Me: it's not fair... why did Mommy have to go... I loved her so much, Daddy. I never wanted to lose her. (covers my face holding back my tears) Daddy: Spencer, now, calm down baby. (pulls me on his lap) Daddy knows it's hard to deal with the fact that Mommy is gone. And I know it's harder on you then most kids, because how you saw your mother...you know... Me: (wiping my eyes) your not helping much by talking about it, Daddy. Daddy: sorry, Honey. (kisses the top of my head) But, I just want you to know, no matter how many ladies that come into my life, your mother will always be my love and only love. Do you believe me? Me: (nods) yeah... I do now, Daddy. Daddy: (hugs me tightly) that a girl. Me: (smiles) Daddy: my Spencer smile is back. Me: what? Daddy: nothing. Me: okay......... So as it is, me and Daddy made up...AGAIN!!! lol But, I'm not complaining. I love having my Daddy back and knowing that he never wants to replace Mommy. I loved having him back as my daddy. A daddy who loves me and my Mommy. A Daddy I love with all my heart. As the weeks went on, Daddy as been getting ready for the "BAD" Tour. And I have to say he has been doing a great job working on it. I have been hanging with Vicky, Kelly and D-Extra. I have to say... I have a thing for D-Extra. He's cute, funny and he really knows how to pelvis thrust...if he could only do other of my Daddy's dance moves. And yes, we told him my Daddy was Michael Jackson a long time ago. Speaking of D-Extra did I mention he and Kelly have been trying to beat each other in everything they do. Right now Kelly is doing a victory dance because both of them raced to the studio that Daddy and the others were working on the tour stuff. Kelly: (doing the James Brown Shuffle) I won! I won! I won! (doing the running man) What! Now! Suck-A!!! D-Extra: okay! I get it! I get it! You win, girl! Damn! Daddy: Hey! D-Extra: sorry, Mike. Daddy: it's okay, D. Just don't cuss okay. D-Extra: okay. Me: Daddy! Watch what I can do. (does a hand stand and starts walking to the set) Daddy: nice one, Baby girl. (clapping) Me: thanks, Daddy. D tought me how to do this. But... he never really told me how to (starts to fall forward) BALANCED!!! (falls on my back) ow... Daddy: baby are you okay? (comes over and helps me up) Me: I'm fine. I'm o-kay! Kelly: Timber! Vicky: wouldn't that have been good to say while she was falling? Kelly: hey, I don't say da name, I be the name. Me and Vicky: that made no since, Kelly! Kelly: well, it's me! Me and Vicky: (shrugs) true. Kelly: what's that suppose to mean!? Me and Vicky: nothing! We had everyone cracking up. Me and the guys took pictures of everything while we were doing the Tour. When it was the last part of the Tour I took one more photo with me, Vicky and Kelly doing a "L. O. V. E" thing in the mirror. Kelly was doing the L, Vicky was doing the O and V, I did the E because I had the camera. We were in the ladies room when we did this. We came out laughing and Daddy was wearing his red skin tight shirt with his buckle belt. He gave me and the girls a hug. Daddy: wish me luck, Baby girl. Me: good luck, Daddy. Daddy: thanks, baby. Daddy was half way out on the stage when I stopped him. He turned to me. Daddy: what is it, baby? Me: I love you, Daddy. Daddy: I love you more, Spence. Me: (thumbs up) go get 'em, Daddy. He nodded and left. My daddy alright... my Daddy who is the King Of Pop. *4 years* February 10, 1993 Me and Kelly was in my room; doing normal teenage stuff. I'm 13 now and Kelly is 15... so is Vicky. Daddy was gonna do a interview with Oprah Winfrey today. It's gonna be airing on the TV... and I think Daddy said it was at least 90 minutes. Me and Kelly were trying to do "Jam" in my room. Kelly: okay...toes in and out right? Me: to be honest... I have no idea if it's toes in and out, or toes out and in... Kelly: something tell me recording us doing this is a bad idea. (laughing) Me: (laughing) yeah, maybe we should have done "Thriller". Kelly: at least we know that. Me: yeah. Me and Kelly are goofballs together. My room is full of mine, her and Vicks pics we took together in the places we went on the BAD Tour, after and before the tour. I was about to turn on "Thriller" when I started to feel pretty light headed. Kelly saw me acting strange. Kelly: Spence... you okay? Me: ye-yeah I'm fine, Kel. Kelly: you don't seem like it. Should I go get your dad? I didn't even answer her... I fell on the floor. I couldn't hear or see anything; only darkness. What's going on with me? Or wrost... What's going to happen to me? I wasn't fully out to hear Kelly running and screaming for Daddy. I heard what sounded like my father coming into the house. And also a older women's voice. (???) what are you doing! Don't flim this! Get out of here guys! Geff, call the ambulance! (Geff): right, Mrs. Winfrey! (Daddy): (picking me up) don't worry, Baby, your gonna be alright. Your gonna be alright. I wanted to believe him... But something was telling other ways that I wasn't going to like what we learned about me. To Be Continued ---------------------------------------------------------------- That was part 10 everyone (_) I'm glad you guys are liking it so far. I told it it was gonna get better didn't I lol Well, I need 10+ votes to get the next part to..."I hope you dance". Thanks again, and I forgot to my shout outs. This is for Kelly, Vicky, Mandy and.... MICHAEL JACKSON!!!
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