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Yana (part 2)

I'm such a freak'n iz, The title of this story is not Hiding My Love, it's obviously Yana. I'm stuw. But  enough of the small talk, here is part two. I think you might like this one better than the last one. So  here goes, PART 2! I hope you Enjoy!!
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Body Guard: Listen little lady, I'm just as confused as you are okay. Man, if Frank sees you back here he'll have a fit.
Me: I don't even know why you have me back here. I didn't do anything wron....
Body Guard: I am so tired of hearing you say that! *mockingly* I didn't do anything wrong. Nah-nah-nah. I'm tired of it. 
Me: *mumbling* Uhh. Stank attitude. 
Body Guard: Now, Michael signaled for me to bring you back here, that's why your here. But your not supposed to be back here from what I know. I know I work for Michael, but I gotta save my own butt. *thinking* I've gotta hide you.
Me: Hide me? What!

He pushes me back past all of the dancers and through all of the exclusive people here backstage. Luckily I escape his grasp in the crowd and run into a really nice guy. He says he's one of the background dancers.

Brad: Are you the girl who was just up there? With Michael?
Me: Um, yes actually.
Brad: Why'd you walk away from him? I know a lot of girls who would kill for a chance with him.
Me: I just felt like, *sigh* like I was feeling something that I shouldn't feel.
Brad: *whispering* Michael had a boner?
Me: *wide-eyed* NO! Feelings! I felt a spark, chemistry. 
Not...that. 
But I don't even know him. Never said a single word to that man. That's why I just walked off. I don't know how to react to something like that you know.
Brad: That's nice, chemistry and all that good stuff. You know I'm felling some chemistry right now, between us. *staring me up and down* 
Me: Do you mind?
Brad: Oh, sorry it's just you look so sexy tonight. Excuse my rudeness, I'm Brad and you?
Me: I'm Yana, and thank you. It's been nice talking to you. But I have to go, a body guard is supposed to be hiding me or something.
Brad: I could hide you. *smirking* Here, come in this broom closet. You'll be hidden well in here.
Me: Gees, I don't think that's the kind of hiding I want. I really should go.
Brad: No, stay. Lets talk, in the closet. Now.
Me: Bye Brad.

As I turn to walk away he grabs my arm! I turn around and slap him across his face leaving it red and stinging. Brad sucks his teeth and leaves. HA! I protected my self, I'm such a strong girl despite my size. *Smiles* I stop to check myself in a nearby mirror. I look like I just came from the beautician. 
Now, I should just find a way to get back to my hotel. It's getting late so I start running towards the back door.

While running away I hit something hard and fall to the ground. 
Uh. The Body Guard.

Body Guard: Lets go little lady. Michael is waiting for you in his dressing room.

A far way past the big crowd a door opens and there, sitting in front of a mirror is Michael. He smiles as I walk in and says,

Michael: Hi, I'm Michael.
Me: Hello, I'm Yana. We kinda met on stage... I guess.
Michael: Yeah that was... that was something. That's why I asked Marcus to bring you to me. You just seem interesting for some reason.
Me: I don't know about interesting. But hey, if you think so.

I plop down into a lounge beanie type chair and get comfy.

Michael: You liking that chair huh?
Me: Oh Yeah. My feet are hurting like what. 
Michael: Your telling me. I've been up all day. Literally.
Me: Well, look at the bright side, this was the final concert. Now you can go home and relax for as long as you want. 
Michael: Speaking of home, would you like to go with me?
Me: I'm sorry? Go where?
Michael: *nervously* Maybe that was uncalled for. Sorry.
Me: Don't be sorry, it's just you don't know me very well. How could you invite me into your house?
Michael: Well I really meant my hotel room. You can't come to MY house.
Me: *wide-eyed*  Now wait a minute! Why just a hotel room?
Michael: *giggling* Whoa! I meant the hotel room because.....

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