Michael's Point Of View ~

I look out the window of my private jet as we fly through the clouds. I don't even know what to do anymore, what to feel. I want to cry but nothing is coming out. It just makes me so angry that I feel as if I have no choice, no control over my own life. I hate the fact that I have someone around me that tells me where to go and what to do, telling me not to do that and do this instead because of the media and how they will react. I hate that my life is in the hands of others. I look ahead, through the sky and towards the horizon. I let out a small sigh. I wish I could . . fly, fly away and go anywhere I wanted to go in the world. I would fly back to her. I'm missing her.

I think of Allie, my beautiful girl. And it just breaks my heart. 

I can't help but to think about what she must be feeling right now. I just can't stand the idea of her being so upset and I'm not there to comfort her, to be there with her. Ugh. I need to think of the time before all this happened, before Frank got into my business . . yet again. I think back, back to when Allie came on stage with me. I remember the way she held onto me, the way she kissed me so sweetly and lovingly and what she said to me. A small smile plays upon my lips as I remember. The way we were on our first night together. How could I forget when she gave me so much to remember. I'm cut out of my deep thoughts when Frank starts talking. He's holding a cigar while he's reading from a piece of paper. 

"Hey, Mike. Now once we land we got that interview about your album . . "

He puts the paper down and continues to talk to me.

" . . or would you to prefer to go straight to your hotel so you can rest? . . " He asks me. 

I shake my head at him "No, that's okay. I'll do the interview when we get there . . " 

Before Frank can continue, I get up and sit somewhere else. I just can't talk to him right now. Not after what has happened. He sent her away. It's just too upsetting for me.

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I place the tiny microphone on my black leather jacket, shaking hands before I sit down on the chair opposite the interviewer, his name is Darryl. I look behind him and see Frank standing with all the camera crew beside and around him. I wish I could see Allie's face too.

The interview begins. Darryl asks me questions and the cameras are now turned on. He asks me questions about the Bad short film. The story behind it, the idea, the inspiration of it all. Darryl asks me about the media, stating that I want people to know that I am human and I am effected by what the media say about me. I wish to be as honest as I possibly can. To be vulnerable even. I tell him that I like to pray, I pray a lot actually. I love to thank God about everything, I'm very thankful for who I am. Darryl looks down at the many papers that sit on his lap, another song of mine is mentioned. It's the song, the song I wrote for Allie. One of many songs I believe. It was that night. That night after I made love to Allie. She was asleep, next to me. I'm not too sure if Frank has even heard the song or not. I hope with what I say will change his mind. 

"Your new song . . 'I Just Can't Stop Loving You' . . you make some very strong, sensuous remarks to a women that you're lying next to . . " Darryl says to me. 

I can't help but smile as I remember seeing Allie's beautiful naked silhouette sleeping right next to mine in the dime moonlight. I look at Frank as he still stands behind Darryl, in front of me and his face is showing such shock. 

"I was in a bed when I was doing that . . also, yeah. I was lying in the bed . . " 

I giggle. " . . covering everything. And I did that whole wrap in the dark . . " 

Darryl asks something I knew he would, but I'm glad he does. 

"Michael, was that song written for someone special? Someone in particular? Is there a girl in your life that song was written for . . " I look straight at Frank while I talk. 

"Yes. But for her protection, she will remain nameless. She is incredibly special and beautiful to me. I wrote this song for her . . it's about her actually. She was my inspiration. And I'm in love with her. I love the song, it connects me to her . . " 

Darryl looks through his papers again. 

"And in the beginning of the song, you say . . people really don't understand me . . " 

I'm still looking at Frank dead in the eyes as I continue to speak. 

"No. People really don't. I want people to know the truth and the truth is that I'm a man that is in love and for some reason, still some people choose not to believe that . . "

 I look down, holding back tears. 

"And that makes me sad . . " 

to be continued.