Chapter 45

"Could you even believe that? When he did that spin?" I ask Janet.

She rolls her eyes in a playful way. "Yes, Bella. I was there too you know."

I smile, my cheeks feeling slightly hot. It's seems like I've been going on and on about Michael's performance.

It was indescribable.

Michael is now backstage with his fans, many disabled and ill children, whose dream in life is to meet Michael Jackson.

And he's making them come true.

I watch as he signs his Bad albums, posters and shirts for these children, as well as other fans.

The way his eyes light up show that making them happy gets him happy.

I decide to wait in Michael's dressing room as he chats with his fans.

I walk inside the room and close it behind me. A few minutes later, Tatiana pokes her head in.

"Oh! I thought Michael would be in here." She says.

I shake my head. "He's with some fans. Did you need something?"

"No, I just wanted to talk to him."

"Oh. You were great out there, by the way." I compliment.

"Just doing my best. See you at the next rehearsal!"

She waves and shuts the door. During the whole conversation, I try ignoring the unsettling expression on her face.

Something told me that she didn't come here just to talk.

Before I can delve deeper into Tatiana's weird behaviors, the door eases open and it's just who I want to see.

He walks inside, a blanket covering his mouth to protect his vocal cords.

"There's the superstar!" I clap my hands as his cheeks redden.

Michael grabs me by the waist and pulls me into a sweet embrace.

Less than inches away from him, I can see all that he laid out on the stage. Beads of sweat roll down the side of his neck, disappearing underneath his white shirt. I can feel his quick yet steady heartbeat.

"Bell, don't call me that," Michael whines.

"Why not?" I question as Michael stands in front of the mirror, shedding his blue button-up and tossing the blanket on the chair.

"Because I want to be Michael to you. Not the performer. Just Michael. Your lover."

I cross my arms and grin. "Okay. Whatever you want."

He plants a passionate kiss on my lips before skipping to the washroom in the back.

"I'm going to clean up a bit."

"Okay, I'll be here," I wave.

"That was secretly an invite for you to join me, you know," He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

I ball up the blanket and chuck it at his head.

"Go!"

He ducks at the last minute, dodging the blanket and shutting the door, letting out a hearty laugh.

Damn him and his agility.

I pick the blanket up and put it back in its place.

On the chair, I pick up a small yellow notepad and instantly recognize Michael's handwriting. Attempted handwriting.

I flip it open and read through the cute notes that he writes for himself. Reminders, quotes, numbers.

One particular page catches my eye. At the top, in big block letters, reads: Proposal Ideas.

My breath catches in my throat and my head starts getting dizzy.

He wants to marry me?

A knock on the dressing room door startles me. I put the notepad down quickly and try to regain my steady breathing pattern and open the door.

"Oh, hey Janet," I give her a weak smile. I wonder if she knows about Michael's plans.

"Hey!" She chirps. "Just wanted to make sure there's no funny business going on in here."

She stands on her tiptoes to peek inside the room over my shoulder, given we're the same height.

I laugh and shake my head. "Michael's getting washed up. I'm just waiting for him," I reply.

She nods and pats my arm. "The band says that they want to go celebrate the success of the kickoff concert, and they want to know if you and Michael are in."

"I'll tell Michael about it once he's done."

"Okay! It's so good talking to you. You really put a smile on my brother's face."

"What can I say? I love him."

Him and his secretly romantic secrets.

"How sweet! I've got to go, see you around!"

We say our goodbyes and I close the door again, sliding down to sit again it.

My heart is still hammering in my chest.

I rub my temples. Talk about a surprise.

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Chapter 45

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