June's point of view 

We ate lunch in a little brasserie. It was very simple and friendly, I liked it a lot. People there were just so kind, they talked to us and tried to make some sentences in english. It was actually really funny to witness. Well, we're at the top of the Eiffel Tower right now, and the view is breathtaking. Paris is such a wonderfull city. I wish I could live there. I have to admitt that the weather here is not very hot and sunny all year long, but I don't care. Paris is amazing. For me, it is the definition of the beauty man can create. The architecture is breathtaking. The streets and the buildings have their own history, and I love this about a city. When you go to Paris, it's like the city itself is telling you its own story.The fashion, the drinks, the food... Eveything there is just perfect. That's what is so magical about this city. I really don't wanna leave this place. Michael's right on one point, Paris is my dream, and I shouldn't leave and ruin it. But my relationship with Michael and his career are so much more important than my own dreams. I don't want to lose him, and I don't want him to be preoccupied by me while he's touring. His next show is in Munich, and I'd love to go to Germany, too. Michael is going to meet his new manager there. Apparently his name is John Carson. He is American, and is in Germany for buisness, just as he told Michael. I hope this one's not a freak just as Frank was. I don't think I could deal with another crazy manager, just as Michael. I don't know if I should follow him there... I know that I actually work for him as his translator, but above all, I'm his girlfriend first, even if nobody know it yet. I should have a girl talk with Karen and Sheryl. I love these two women. They're funny and so carring...

"June?" Michael asked me, ripping me from my thoughts. "What are you thinking?"

Michael had his disguise on, and everytime I looked up at him, I couldn't help it but smile. He was just unrecognizable, as always. He really is the master of disguise. Of course Karen helped him with the make up, but the idea is all his. He had a baseball cap on with sunglasses and a false black thick beard. He was dressed with simple blue jeans and a sweater, which is not Michael's daily outfit... At all. 

"You know, just thinking about how beautiful Paris is... I wish I could live here." I honnestly said, looking at the distance. 

"Yeah, this place is amazing." He marked a short pause, and placed himself behind me, and wrapped his arms around me. I rested my hands on his, which were on my stomach. "I could stay here forever" He said. I could feel his warm breath on my neck as his chin was on my shoulder. 

I laughed through my nose, and rubbed his hands. I really was enjoying this moment with him, like every moment I spend with him, actually. This is why making a decision on whether to leave or stay is so hard for me. I don't wanna escape this dream. Fuck, speaking about dreaming, I really should stop thinking that much, Michael snapped me out of my thoughts for the second time in barely five minutes. 

"I'm sorry, Michael. I'm just... Distracted." I said, turning over to face Michael. 

"What's on your mind, baby girl?" He asked me, rubbing my cheek with his thumb. 

"A lot of things, actually." I sincerly answered. "We'll talk about this later, ok?" 

"Sure", Michael said, removing his hand from my face. He seemed nervous, I could hear it in his vocie. Is this situation making him nervous? There's something on his mind, I can feel it. But what? We're fine, right? I told him that I loved him, and that it is the reason why I'd leave. Maybe he's right, after all: If I leave it would make him even more nervous and worried. Argh, I can't take this situation anymore! I have to stay. Don't get me wrong, I want to stay too, but I don't want Michael to be distracted because of me again. Here I am again, still the same dilemma all over again. Great! I am staring at Michael like a freak because of those stupid thoughts running through my head.

"Are you ok, baby?" I suddenly asked him. 

"The question is: are you ok? It been like a minute you're blankly staring at me" 

"I'm fine" I lied. "Where are we going, next?" I asked him, trying to show my excitement. 

"Ooookay. Um, come, I'll show you." Michael said, pretty confused by my sudden mood-swing.

We took the elevator and reached the ground a few minutes later. Michael took my hand, and in a couple of minutes, we reached a beautiful place. There stood a long bridge under which the Seine was peacefuly flowing. When we began to walk on this bridge, which is named the "Pont des Arts", I noticed some padlocks attached to it. 

"I didn't know about this place, it's beautiful." 

"There's a reason I brang you here. I heard about this place where couples came here to attach padlocks on which they write or engrave their names to the grate on the side of the bridge. Then, just after they locked it, they throw the key into the Seine river below, which represent the couple's committed love." He marked a short pause, and brang out a padlock and a  felt-tip marker from his pocket. "I thought we could do the same thing." he said, smiling. 

I smiled at him, and kissed his lips softly. "I'd love to, Mikey" I honnestly said. 

He smiled back at me, and we sat on the wooden bench just behind us. Michael wrote his name on it, and handed me the pen and the padlock. I wrote my name down, just below his, and also wrote the date Michael and I met. I didn't but the date we got together as a couple, because this is the same date my father died, and I hate this date as much as I love it. I lost a man I deeply love and got involved in a relationship with another one I deeply love too. To recap, here is what was written on our padlock:  

                                                                         "Michael & June
                                                                             08/20/1987 ♥"

We stood up and attached the padlock on the side of the bridge. Michael and I kissed the key, and then we threw it into the Seine river, just as the custom tells to. It's pretty romantic, actually. There is a deep meaning in this custom: we know that, by throwing the key into the Seine, we won't be able to find it again, we won't be able to remove this padlock which is attached to the bridge forever. In this situation, the padlock represents love, and the key represents obstacles, troubles. When we get rid of every obstacles or troubles, there is no way a relationship can't work, so it can last forever. 
I wish life could be this easy sometimes...

*

We ended up that day by a walk on the Champs Elysées. It was fully dark outside, and we ate in a little restaurant there. Nothing really fancy, and it felt good. On our way back to the hotel, we met Sheryl and Karen in the hallway. Perfect, I really need to talk to them. 

"Hey lovebirds!" They greeted us. "Nice disguise, Mike" said Sheryl.

"Hey girls" We said in unison, which made us laugh. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"We just came back from the restaurant" Karen said. "What did you two do today?" she asked us. 

"We hang out, and did some tourists stuff, you know" Michael said, laughing. 

"That's pretty good!" Sheryl said. "Hey June, would you like to come over in my suite? I'd love to learn some french, I noticed a sexy Frenchie who works here..."

We all laughed, and I looked up at Michael. "Do you mind if-...?" I asked Michael, but he cut me off.

"No no, go ahead, babe. I'll be waiting for you" He said with a smile. 

"Awwww" We heard Sheryl and Karen said, which made us laugh. 

"Go ahead, girls. I'll be there in a minute" I told the girls, who enterred their room, saying goodbye to Michael. A few seconds later, we enterred our room. Michael took off his disguise and removed the make up from his face while I was changing my clothes. I switched my black skirt for some jeans, and put my Converses on. I joined Michael in the living room, and wrapped my hands around his waist. 

"Thank you for today, baby" I said, resting my head on his chest. 

"You're welcome, honey. I had a great time" He told me, gently rubbing my back with his right hand.

"You sure you don't mind if I'm out for awhile?" I asked Michael, making eye contact with him.

"I'm positive. You need to see other people than me, anyway."

"Yeah, I know... I won't be long, I promise. We still need to talk about a few things."

"Yeah, I know. Like I said, I'll be waiting for you, even if it takes all night."

"You need to rest, you still have an interview tomorrow." I said, shaking my head. 

"You'd be an amazing manager, you know." He laughed. "Don't come back late, I already miss you" he said, more serious. 

"I'll be back by eleven." I said, pecking his lips and making my way to the door. However, Michael grabbed my arm, and pulled me close to him. 

"I need more than this if you're going out for awhile" He said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes playfully, and pulled him close to me by the collar of his shirt. I gave him a long laced passionate tongue kiss. Michael's hand were on my butt, which made me giggle. I broke the kiss, and looked at Michael, who still had his eyes closed. He opened them a few seconds later, and looked at me.

"Happy?" I asked, my hands on his chest. 

"More than happy" he answered with a grin. "Go now, before I lock you here and rip your clothes off"

I laughed and pecked his lips one more time and left the room with a huge smile on my face. God, this man is driving me crazy. I made my way to Karen's suite and kncked at the door. A few seconds later, she opened the door.

"Girl, what take you so long?" she asked me.

"Um, I changed my clothes" I said, gesturing my body. 

"Don't fool me, I know what you were doing!" She playfully said which made me roll my eyes. "Come on in" She said, letting me in.

Time for some needed girl talking.