"So why did you go to rock music?" Michael asked. I could tell he didn't want any silence. "I wanted to do rock music because I was so upset about the fact I was seperated from you and your family that I had to get my anger and pain and sorrow out somehow. I thought the only thing for me was to do what I do best. Make music. I guess my pain, sorrow and anger ended up being awesome rock music other than sad pop music." "Ah. I see. Well, now you don't have to do that anymore. We are together again! Right?" Michael looked at me with a face of hope. I'm guessing he wanted me to stop being Evanescence and just go back to who I was.
"Michael, I can't just stop being Evanescence. If I'm going to stop, I have to do it properly. That takes time. Especially for me so I know how to tell my fans." I didn't want to say that to Michael because I knew that's not what he wanted to hear. "Mr. Jackson, we're here." said the driver. "Thank you, Jack. That'll be all for the night. Come on. I wanna show you my home." Michael was giving me his hand and pulled me out of the car as if we were about to walk the red carpet together.
Oh my, God! His home is huge! And this is just the outside? I wonder what it's like inside. His home looked like it was at least 6 stories high! And it reminded me of the little building at the Magic Kingdom in DisneyWorld. "I call it 'Never-Land Ranch'. I named it after the island in 'Peter Pan' since that is my favorite Disney movie." "Michael, your home is beautiful. I can't even imagine what it looks like inside." I was staring at the front of his house in awe. Michael grabbed my hand and said,"Well then. What are we waiting for?" As Michael started to pull on my arm, I realized I never called mt driver to tell him where I was. "Wait. I need to call my driver. I'll tell him to come here in two hours. Is that okay?" "Perfect." Michael said with that smile he always has.
An hour and a half later
"There is one more place I didn't show you." I couldn't think of where he could be talking about. "Where?" "Come on. I'll show you my room." Michael and I walked up the spiral stairs and went down one of the hallways. Michael this time acted different. This time, he covered my eyes with his hands. "Now just keep your eyes closed and trust me." As we kept walking with Michael right behind me keeping my eyes covered, I heard a door being opened and one of my eyes uncovered. "Just a few more feet." Michael whispered. As I felt him let go, he put his head right next to mine and whispered closly in my ear,"Open."
I was in complete awe on how breathtakingly amazing Michael's room was. I couldn't even say anything, I was so amazed. "Michael, your room is. . . .I can't even speak. I love your room! It's amazing." "Thank you, Taylor. You like silk, right?" I was confused on why he asked me that. "Yeah. I love silk. I love how it feels. It's so. . . silky." We shared a laugh together and Michael went over to his bed. "Then you will love my blood red sheets." I went over to his bed to see he had blodd reed sheets. I was thinking to myself 'Man. He's got it all. Now I know what the outcome is of giving him the King of Pop title.
While looking around at his room, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I walked up to Michael as I was reading the text message from my limo driver. "I'm here. Whenever you are ready, Ms. Ward." my driver texted. Michael looked at me with sadness. "Do you have to go?" "Yeah. I'm sorry. I had a lot of fun tonight. Thank you for the tour." "You're welcome." As we wrapped our arms around each other, we gave each other the strongest hug we could give. Michael didn't wanted me to leave. "I'm gunna miss you. When will I see you again?" Michael asked. "Soon, Michael. I promise. Very soon." As we released each other's grip, we looked at each other for one last time for the night. Without even thinking, I noticed that we were leaning into each other slowly and Michael wasn't looking into my eyes anymore. He was staring at my lips.
To be continued. . .
"Michael, I can't just stop being Evanescence. If I'm going to stop, I have to do it properly. That takes time. Especially for me so I know how to tell my fans." I didn't want to say that to Michael because I knew that's not what he wanted to hear. "Mr. Jackson, we're here." said the driver. "Thank you, Jack. That'll be all for the night. Come on. I wanna show you my home." Michael was giving me his hand and pulled me out of the car as if we were about to walk the red carpet together.
Oh my, God! His home is huge! And this is just the outside? I wonder what it's like inside. His home looked like it was at least 6 stories high! And it reminded me of the little building at the Magic Kingdom in DisneyWorld. "I call it 'Never-Land Ranch'. I named it after the island in 'Peter Pan' since that is my favorite Disney movie." "Michael, your home is beautiful. I can't even imagine what it looks like inside." I was staring at the front of his house in awe. Michael grabbed my hand and said,"Well then. What are we waiting for?" As Michael started to pull on my arm, I realized I never called mt driver to tell him where I was. "Wait. I need to call my driver. I'll tell him to come here in two hours. Is that okay?" "Perfect." Michael said with that smile he always has.
An hour and a half later
"There is one more place I didn't show you." I couldn't think of where he could be talking about. "Where?" "Come on. I'll show you my room." Michael and I walked up the spiral stairs and went down one of the hallways. Michael this time acted different. This time, he covered my eyes with his hands. "Now just keep your eyes closed and trust me." As we kept walking with Michael right behind me keeping my eyes covered, I heard a door being opened and one of my eyes uncovered. "Just a few more feet." Michael whispered. As I felt him let go, he put his head right next to mine and whispered closly in my ear,"Open."
I was in complete awe on how breathtakingly amazing Michael's room was. I couldn't even say anything, I was so amazed. "Michael, your room is. . . .I can't even speak. I love your room! It's amazing." "Thank you, Taylor. You like silk, right?" I was confused on why he asked me that. "Yeah. I love silk. I love how it feels. It's so. . . silky." We shared a laugh together and Michael went over to his bed. "Then you will love my blood red sheets." I went over to his bed to see he had blodd reed sheets. I was thinking to myself 'Man. He's got it all. Now I know what the outcome is of giving him the King of Pop title.
While looking around at his room, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I walked up to Michael as I was reading the text message from my limo driver. "I'm here. Whenever you are ready, Ms. Ward." my driver texted. Michael looked at me with sadness. "Do you have to go?" "Yeah. I'm sorry. I had a lot of fun tonight. Thank you for the tour." "You're welcome." As we wrapped our arms around each other, we gave each other the strongest hug we could give. Michael didn't wanted me to leave. "I'm gunna miss you. When will I see you again?" Michael asked. "Soon, Michael. I promise. Very soon." As we released each other's grip, we looked at each other for one last time for the night. Without even thinking, I noticed that we were leaning into each other slowly and Michael wasn't looking into my eyes anymore. He was staring at my lips.
To be continued. . .
