After I was done getting my shower I slightly opened the bathroom door and peeked out looking to see if Michael left because I was afraid he would try something funny again. When I saw the coast was clear I very quietly walked out and started to search for the closet. "Okay the closet would be where?" I tried door after door but no luck. "Good God how many door do we have?!?!" Finally I found the door and walked in (walk in closet) and there was a sight I have never seen! Two HUGE rooms totally dedicated to clothes! One for me and one for Michael. I could not believe how many clothes I had! I kept on looking but I knew I had to get ready soon. So I picked out a white t shirt a pair of acid jeans with a slouch belt and a cute pair leather boots. Then I did my hair and makeup and I was ready. I walked out of our room and kept looking at the beautiful house. It was absoutly stunning but there was always boxes sitting around. Anyway I soon found the kitchen where Michael was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. Finally I found something that I knew was right, coffee! I ran over to the coffee maker "Oh hello old friend!" If Michael wouldn't have been sitting there I think I would have kissed it! I found a cup sitting on the counter and poured myself a great big cup and sniffed it. Michael looked up at me "You look very sexy today!" "Oh thank you." I looked at him and saw he had on a pair of jeans with a yellow henley with a blue green sweater wraped around his waist with his cute penny lofers. "You look so adorable!" "Thanks 'court', say when did you start drinking coffee?" Okay really! I am positively sure I wrote that in my story but somebody couldn't have fit that in?!?! I really did not know what to say or think! "Oh well...I read about it in a article about how coffe is good for you." "Really because your exact words were 'you would much rather be dead than drink coffee'!" "Oh Michael you take everything so serious!" I took another sip of my coffee and thought i'd do a little investigating to see what part of my story actually came true. I thought I would play the sexy card to find out. I walked over to him and sat on his lap "Mikey tell me how long have we been married?" I ran my fingers through his beautiful black hair. His hair felt just like I amaigned soft, silky, and smooth to the touch. Michael looked at me and smirked "Now why are you asking me that you know how long we have been married?" "I know but I want you to tell me." "We've been married four years this September." So that means we were married in '79 okay that seems right but I wanted to know more. "Are you happy with me?" I question. "Now you know that answer to that!" Michael went to kiss me and this time I wasn't going to stop him, but suddenly he said "Oh I forgot your getting that cold sore." Why did I ever say that?!?! "Anyway Courtney the limo should be here." "Oh okay, so will I see you tonight?" I asked. "Well I was thinking of coming to your taping tonight." "Really you are!" "Yea why not I haven't been to one in a while." "Oh i'm so happy!" "I'm glad now you going to be late." "Okay." I got off his lap and went towards the door I came from a little eariler. "I love you Courtney." I literally stoped in my tracks replying in my mind what he just said to me. I couldn't believe it came true, Michael Jackson saying I love you to ME! I managed to wisper "I love you to." Then I quickly ran out of the kitchen, trying to find the front door.

After I found the door I walked out and saw a huge rolls royce limo waiting for me! Let me just tell you it was going to be nice to go somwhere in a limo instead of a stupid old bike that I have! Anyway when I got there the driver opened the door for me with him politely saying "Good morning Mrs. Jackson." Let me be the first to say I could get used to being called that name. "Oh good morning to you too-?" I felt rude not knowing his name but he polietly smiled and said "Its Jason Mrs. Jackson." "Sorry Jason I just don't know where my head is this morning." "No problem Mrs. Jackson. Well we better hurry if you want to be at the studio on time." I got in and we were on are way. I kept thinking about how Michael said he loved me before I left, and how wonderful it is how he is coming to watch the show. Oh God the show! I'm going to be taping in a few hours with a story plot I don't even know! What am I going to do?!?! I was interupted in my thoughts with Jason saying "Were here Mrs. Jackson." I wispered under my breath "Oh great!" "What was that Mrs. Jackson?" "Oh nothing, nothing at all. Thanks Jason for driving me." "My plesasure." I walked towards the building door that said studio 5. I walked in slowly not knowing what i'd expect. When I did I saw this big set with people all around it talking and holding papers and fixing lighting. I just walked up to the set because I didn't know where else to go. When I did Susan Harrris the creator of "Golden Girls" came up to me. "Hello Courtney! You look very lovely today!" "Oh thank you Miss Harris." She snaped her head back at me like I just fell off the turnup truck. She laughed a little at me while asking "When did you start calling me 'Miss Harris'?" "Well I-I....I don't know." "So anyway I need you to get into your dressing room and get your clothes on for the first scene so we can go over it, alright." "Okay." I started to walk but I abruptly stoped and said to myself "Wait, you don't know where your dressing room is?! God you know I could get tired of this real quick!" Finally I started to do the only thing I knew how to do.....wonder. Finally after an eternity I did find it. For a dressing room I must confess that it was fabulous! Really dazzling, anyway I found my costume for the first scene hanging up right in front of my little closet. "Finally something was easy to find!" I started to undo my jeans but I got this chilly presence that I wasn't alone, I wasn't.

I turned around and their she was Madam Dooriya sitting on my vanity with her legs crossed just smiling away. "Well my dear are you enjoying your stories?" "Come to think of it, you said my stories would come true and so far very little of my story has and parts I have never even written?!?!" She laughed at me, where she very smoothly got off the table and walked towards me which made me step back a few steps. "My dear, your right I did tell you your stories would come true but what I left out is things you would never expect is layed out for you." "What does that mean?" "It means my dear that if you would only be going through this life reliving everything you have wrote that would just be boring now wouldn't it! So i'm telling different things will be coming up on the horizon." "That's just great now isn't it! Just another thing to add on to my plate, since today I have to go out there in front of a full audience and do a show that I have no idea what my motivation is!!!!!" By this time I must admit I was become hysterical. Madam Dooriya calmly took me by the shoulders and said "My dear if you do not calm down I will have to slap you which I do not want to do. Now about the show don't worry about it, when you get that script in your hand everything will seem natural to you. Do you believe me?" "Not at all." "Just like you didn't believe me when I told your stories would come true." "They didn't!" "Oh yes they did, because your here! Right now with him, being his wife, being his lover and truly that is what you wanted isn't it?" I didn't reply to her I just stood there in her grip. She looked at me deep in the eyes and said in a wisper "Then everything else can be delt with." The next thing I knew she was gone, and I was left alone in my dressing room like before. My ears kept repeating the same thing over and over "Everything else can be delt with." Which she was right as long as I was here with Michael than I can tackle anything that comes my way! The only thing I have left to say is, Bring It On!

Sorry for being so late, stupid writers block!
Part 6 coming soon :) Hope you all like this story so far.