Michelle's P.O.V.
It is 6:00 and we are just getting home from KFC. "I'm starving!" Kaylee shouts after Mom shuts the door after walking in. "Lets have dinner!" Mom says as Kaylee and I race to the dining room, witch was a very nice table. Nice shiny wood on top, and wood seats with cushions to match. Simple but fancy. Kaylee gets there first, me seconds behind her, and wait for Mom to get to the table. "Alright, dig in!" Mom says excitedly, rubbing her hands together. I grab a plate and put a chicken thigh on my plate, along with a couple scoops of mashed potatoes, and to top it off, I drizzled on some gravy and a side of corn. As I'm taking a bite of my chicken, I realized I forgot the best of the best part, music. Michael Jackson's music. "Excuse me for a moment" I say as I'm getting up from the table. I run to my bags that are on the floor in the living room, grab my bag that I specifically packed with Michael things, reach in for his Thriller album, grab it and look around the spacious rooms and finally find a record player in the living room. I take the record out of it's casing and put it on the record player. I turn it on and put on one of my most favorite song from the album, Billie Jean. The volume was not that loud but not to quite. "That was going to change" I thought. I find the knob for volume and turn it almost all the way to the top. I can feel the floor vibrating a little bit. I walk out to the dining room table and sit back down. Mom looks at me with a 'you have got to be kidding me' look. And I shoot back a 'haha' look and try to finish up my dinner so I can go dance to the music. When I'm done, I walk over to the garbage and brush the chicken bones in the trash and dance my way over to the sink, putting my plate in. As my favorite part of the song is coming up, I quickly rip off my sneakers. "....🎶Be careful what you do, 'cause the lie becomes the truth hey hey!🎶" As soon as he says "the Billie Jean," I start attempting to moonwalk. I have been practicing the moonwalk ever since the music video came out on MTV. After I'm done "moonwalking," I just dance like nobody is watching. After a couple minutes, the song is over, and I have a little sweat on my forehead and also panting because I was moving so fast. As I'm waiting for the next song to come on, I run over to the table and quickly take a sip of my water from my dinner and run back to the kitchen area, and Thriller starts playing. A big grin forms on my face, because I know every single movement Michael makes in his music video. Now the music is playing, and now I'm dancing, thinking of Michael the whole time.

Michael's P.O.V.
I walk out to the limo and hop in. "I saw you bump into that girl. Are you okay? That looked like a hard bump" Jack asks concerned. "Yeah, I'm fine." I reply, "but my heart isn't" I say quietly, not really talking to Jack. "What was that Michael?" "Oh, nothing" I said, relieved that he didn't here anything. As we are driving back to the hotel, I keep on thinking about that girl. "That was like five seconds of love" I thought. "Only if that can happen over and over again, but if there was some conversations going on." We get to the hotel and go up to my room. When I get off the elevator, I hear my music playing. I blush when Jack looks over at me. As I look away from Jack, I hand him the food, and start dancing down the hallway. "Wow, those people have a very good taste in music" I say to Jack. "Yeah, they do. I wonder who sings those songs?" Jack says sarcastically. "Yeah, me too. I'd like to have him in a song or two with me" I comment following Jacks sarcasm. "Haha!" Jack cracks up. "Nice one Michael!" "Thanks, I try my hardest." I unlock my door and let Jack in the room first to be polite. I walk in and close the door behind me. I walk over to the kitchen and grab 2 plates. As I walk back to the table, notice Jack starting to eat.
"Hungry much?" I said, scaring the living life out of Jack because he had his body facing the opposite direction. "Oh, I didn't even hear you coming" Jack says while blushing of embarrassment. I just walk over to the table and hand him a plate while saying, "I get that a lot." To be quite honest, I'm a little mad at Jack for not waiting for me to at least hand him the plate before he started eating. I decide to just brush it off and eat my dinner.

***15 minutes later***
I just finish eating my dinner. Unfortunately, a couple of minutes ago, the music from next door stopped. I was thinking about putting some music on when Jack interrupted my thoughts. "Hey, Michael" he says, getting up from his seat, "I have to go. My shift is going to be over in an hour and I have to get going home. My wife is going to be worried sick if I'm not home 7:00. Talk to you tomorrow Michael, good night" "Good night to you to Jack, talk to you in the morning too." I say from my seat at the table. A few moments later, I here the door open, and then shut. I think of things to do since I'm alone in this hotel. I get out of the chair and look out the window facing the beach in the living room, and there are very few people who are still out on the beach. "By the time I get down there," I think to myself, "the people should be gone." I grab my jacket and fedora and walk to the door. I stop myself and turn around to look back at the counter and see my key there. I go and grab it and actually walk out the door this time.