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Yana (part 1)
Sup everyone. This is my newest story Hiding My Love. I have so many really bang'n ideas for this story that I hope you don't ever expect. Now I want to take a second to apologize for not being on as much, talking with you guys, and posting but my Internet got cut off. *despite how embarrassing that is* I also have school. I gotta learn to make more time for the things I love and stop being so lazy. Eh, I'll work on it. That's a promise. Okally Doke now, it's time for the story, Hope you Enjoy It!! **************************************************************** This has to be one of the most amazing nights of my life. I'm front row at a MJ concert. Who would've thought I would end up here in America for a concert, when I stay in Europe. There are screaming girls everywhere. Heck, screaming guys, kids, and old people too. My mother got me tickets to the final show of his HIStory Tour and I am loving this!! I missed the Europe shows so my mom got me bang'n tickets to this show. I think he's about to sing You Are Not Alone. I love that song. Fan: Get outta my way trick!! Fan2: Excuse me? Sweetie I don't know who you think your talking to, but I'm tryna watch my man. And you are all up in my face actin' like you ain't got no sense. Fan: I don't have no sense? *pushing Fan2's shoulder* Your sadly mistaken bitch! Fan2: Oh no you didn't! Ima' have to take off my earrings and teach a stanking ASS WHORE a lesson up in here!!! Fan: Bring it then!! !!!Let the Fight Begin!!! *DING*DING* No, no, no, no. This is not happening. These girls are right beside me fighting!! I can't believe this. AHHH!!! Don't hit me, PLEASE!! They are all up on me. OhMyGoodness!! If this is the way they act here in America I don't ever want to come back. I crouch down and wish I had stayed in Europe. Body Guards: BREAK IT UP!!! NOW!! NOW!! NOW!!! Michael: *speaking into the mic* Please this is not what I wanted. Lets not fight. I don't want that. This is the last concert of the tour. Lets make the best of it, okay. *sighs* Que the music. The song starts and the guards begin to pull the girls out of the crowd. What the Sam Kinison!! Why are they taking me!! A guard grabs me from the floor and pulls me over the rope. Me: Oh no sir! I promise I didn't do anything! *on the brink of tears* Please. Hey! Sir please listen to me!! I didn't do anything. *frantically* I paid for my ticket! Just put me down and I'll show you! Please!! The other two girls are kicking and screaming like maniacs as the guards take them in the opposite direction. I give up and just start shaking my head. I hate America. Then the guard puts me down. Body Guard: Here you go little lady. He puts me down at a small flight of stairs that lead to... to... !!!!to the stage!!!!! OhMyGoodness. I wipe my face and walk up the stairs slowly. When I get up on the stage............. there he is singing melodically. ~~Another Day Has Gone~~ ~~I'm Still All Alone~~ ~~How Could This Be ~~You're Not Here With Me..~~ I'm so scared right now, so I just stand at the corner of the stage. I'm keeping a good stare at the ground and Michael is just looking at me from afar. This is so awkward. I look like a big kindergartener with my hands folded like this, occasionally biting my lip in embarrassment. Michael breaks the awkwardness when he walks over to me and brings me to the center of the stage. I'm shaking like I'm in a snow storm and Michael isn't making it much better. He keeps trying to hold my hand, but nonchalantly I start swinging my arm every time he does. He smiles, but I don't see the humor, especially when takes my hands and puts them on his shoulders; pulling me close to him. Kind of like we're at an 8th Grade Ball or better yet, a High School Prom. Gees, he's so confident, he just took command of me, but not with his body. With his voice. I look out into the audience and back into his eyes. This is not real. I shake my head in disbelief and try to pull away from him. He grabs my waist and gently pulls me back in, closer than last time. I continue shaking my head in disbelief. Then Michael lifts my chin making it leveled with his. When I see his eyes, directly for the first time I just get lost in them. I'm staring into his eyes for the entire first verse of the song. I snap out of the binding stare I had and he must think I'm a freak'n weird-o. But for some reason he looks shocked that I'm not screaming on the floor, kissing his hands and crying like a crackhead iz. The music is loosening me up like oil for the tin man. I think I might've lost my sense because I take Michael's hand and put it in the air while I twirl around underneath it, like a ballerina. I feel hysterical and bubbly, but an amazing mixture you know. Hyst-ubbly. HAHAHA! I don't know, but I start mouthing the words to his song while he sings. ~You are not alone~ This is so magical. I see him smirking just a little while he sings. Grabbing his hand, I stretch outwards and roll back into his arms like a ballroom dancer. Then we just sway side to side with the music. I close my eyes when his arm rests on my waist and I brush his curly hair with my hand. Caught in the moment, I start to singing along with him. I feel his breath gasp on my neck when I start singing. Oh no, do I sound bad? Maybe I went to far. I pull away from the hold we shared but I get caught in his eyes again. His eyes are opened wide, as if he did something wrong but, No. This kinda stuff doesn't happen to me. I look back at Michael to see his head cocked to the side with a puzzled look in his eyes. I force myself to turn away and walk off the stage. Leaving Michael in a confused daze, still singing in the spot I left him. *smiling* Oh man that was an experience. It was amazing, it was crazy, it was.... *coming back to my senses* it was not supposed to happen. It was fake. Fake. Right? Whatever, I'll have all the time to think on my flight back to Europe in the morning, but for now I must get out of here. The second I get to the last step the same guard swoops me up, slinging my body over his shoulder. What could I have possibly done now?!?!?! Me: Please! Not again!! Come on sir, please put me down. WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME? **************************************************************** Thanks so much for reading. I've been real busy lately in my school work, not even mentioning that my Internet got cut off! *embarrassing right* So that's why I haven't been on as much. Really, I'm so sorry. To all the mjsiters who read my work and to Michael. Sorry. I hope you enjoyed it!! To get Part 2 this story needs 8+ votes. Thank You!!! -MyaNekol 0_o
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