Bad Tour : Yokoama, Japan, 11/11/87. 4:00PM

Michael's point of view

Here I am, on the road again. I just landed in Yokoama, and I'm exhausted. We worked pretty hard with the producer of my upcoming movie Moonwalker. Yeah, I decided to call it that because this movie is about me but also about my fans, and I heard the members of my fanbase called themselves moonwalkers, so, as the movie is about me for them, I think it's a good way to call it. We shot a few things at Neverland, and I loved it: being an actor and a director. Anyway, I'm really excited to perform again. I missed the stage. I could sleep on the stage, I really feel good when I'm there. Even if I'm shy of the spotlight, I love it, really. The fans give me strength and love wherever I go, that's another reason why I keep touring. I do it for my fans, because they mean a lot to me. I wouldn't be where I am if they were not there. Even though I didn't sleep for nights, I'll do my best to please them, and make them happy. I've always had sleep troubles, but since June walked into my life, it's even harder for me to sleep when she's not sleeping next to me. Call me corny, but it's really the way I feel. This woman means like... Eveything to me. She's the only person with who I really feel like myself. Well, not the only one, because there is also Elizabeth. Speaking about her, she called me a few days ago, and she scolded me about the fact I didn't present June to her yet. I mean, I would have loved to, but with eveything that has been going on, I didn't think about it that much. I told her about everything, and she understood as well. Now, after what I said about June, she's really curious to meet her, and I can tell she already loves her. She seemed impress by June's personality, and it makes me very happy. If my two favorite women - beside my mother, of course- could get along, I'll be the happiest man on this planet.

As Carson and my bodyguards finally left my hotel room so I can relax a few minutes before hopping in my stage outfit and heading to the stadium, I took the opportunity to call June. I didn't think about the time difference on the moment, and when I heard her groggy, I felt guilty.

"Shoot, I'm sorry if I woke you up, b-" I began, but she cut me off.

"It's ok, you didn't wake me up, I was already," she said in a low voice.

"Are you sure? I mean, what time is it there?"

"Ummm," she hummed, and I heard some noise, so I guess she turned over to look at her digital clock on the nighstand, "5:15AM," she sighed.

"You're not a morning person, why are you awake this early?" I asked, frowning.

"Coudn't sleep," she simply said. "Where are you?" she asked, changing the topic.

"Um, I just arrived at the hotel now."

"How is it?" She asked, her voice becoming less gorggy than when she picked up the phone.

"It's nice, I guess," I said, looking at the suite I was in. I didn't even look at the entire room: it's just another room, in another country, on another tour.

"You guess?" she asked, chuckling a bit. Oh, that laugh.

"Yeah, I didn't even unpack yet, nor did a tour of the suite, I just wanted to hear your voice first," I said, sitting on the king sized bed. This bed is too big when you have no one to sleep in it with you.

"I'm glad you called, I was thinking about you," she declared.

"Oh yeah? What were you thinking?"

"Nothing special, just how much I miss you already," she admitted. Her voice was low.

"I miss you too, baby girl." I sighed, laying down on the bed, looking at the ceiling. "How are you feeling today?"

"I'm good," she answered fastly. "I miss you, that's all. But besides this, I'm good. What about you, love of my life?"

I slightly chuckled at the nickname, "Tired, but good," I admitted.

"Did you catch some sleep on the plane? Did you eat? I know you don't eat when you're excited about perfoming," she asked, concern in her voice.

I chuckled again. She already knows my habits on tour. "Yes, a bit. But I didn't sleep for nights, so I have a lot of sleep to catch on," I sighed once again, and brushed my free hand over my eyes. "I'll sleep better when I'll be back next to you," I said, smiling.

"Open your smallest suitace, the one you brang here at my place," she said, and I knew she was smiling.

"Um, oh-kay," I said, frowning. I get out of bed, and headed to my suitcase. As I put the phone between my right shoulder and ear, I opened it. "And, what do I do now?"

"See that pile of slacks and jeans?"

"Yeah, those are the ones you washed," I stated, confused. "What's the point?"

"I put the t-shirt I wore when I first met you in between your pants, and I put my perfume on it," she said, as I was looking for it through my pants. "Got it?"

"Ah! Here is it!" I cheered, taking the t-shirt under my nose, and inhaling the wonderful scent. It really smelt just like her. "Oh God," I muttered.

"Now, if you can't sleep, take it with you in bed, and try again. And if after that, you still can't sleep, just call me, and I'll talk to you until you're asleep," she cooed. As I was exhausted and really emotional, I could feel tears willing to fall from my eyes. I sniffled them back, and took a deep breath.

"Thank you," I whispered. "I love you."

"I love you more," she said, mimicking my voice, chuckling. I noticed her voice was shaky as well, and I know how she is: she won't cry, because she knows that I'll cry if she does. As I was opening my mouth to answer back, there was a knock on my door, and when I told the person to come in, I saw Carson walking to me, tapping his wrist with his index to tell me it was time for me to get ready.

"Carson?" June asked at the other end of the phone.

"Yeah, I have to go, babe," I sighed.

"I know. Say hi to him from me, ok?"

"I will. And you try to get back to sleep, ok?"

"I'll try. Call me anytime Mikey. Any-time," she insisted, sternly.

"Okay. Bye beautiful," I lowered my voice, and added another "I love you."

"Bye sexy, I love you too," she answered, and hung up.

"June told me to say hi to you," I told my manager, giving him a weak smile.

"How sweet," he said, smiling. "God man, you look aweful. What's up with you?"

"This is my face," I said, shrugging.

"This is your tired face," he added.

"I'm fine," I lied. "I'll go put my outfit, I'll be out in a few," I said, placing June's t-shirt on my bed, and heading to the bathroom.

**

Brooklyn, New York, 2:00PM

June's point of view

I didn't go back to sleep after Michael's call. In fact, I didn't have a good night of sleep since he's gone as well. Like Michael said himself, I think too much. I spend most of my nights trying to find some informations about Anna. Two days ago, I went to Anna's mom house to see if she could tell me about where her daughter went, buy I was surprised to see that the house was empty. And when I say empty, I mean really empty. She doesn't live her anymore. As I found this weird, I asked the neighbours if they knew where she went, and they just said she moved away like a week ago. Huh?, I thought. When I asked them if they knew where she moved away, they didn't know because they were not close to her. However, one of them told me that she probably moved with her new boyfriend, who has been visiting her very often those past two months, apparently. This doesn't help so much, because I didn't know she was seeing someone new, but it's quite fair. Her husband passed away ten years ago, so I guess she has the right to start over with someone new and be happy again.

But the fact that Mary - that's her name - moved away pratically at the same time as her daughter seemed pretty weird to me. I have this feeling in my guts that something's wrong, but I can't find out what.

As I was sitting on the couch with my laptop on my legs, I decided to turn the tv on so I don't feel so lonely. I was looking for something to watch when a I found a channel which was talking about Michael.

"The King of Pop is on the road again, and he began the third leg of his Bad tour in Yokohama, Japan. The thing is, we didn't spot his girlfriend, June Wellington, by his side. Is this the end already?"

"Fuck you all," I muttered, turning the tv off. I understand why Michael hate those people so much. They make hypothesis without verifying them before telling them on tv. We knew this would happen.

Instead of watching tv, I decided to put the radio on, and listen to some music. I was tired, and I didn't want to do anything. I missed Michael, so I was sad, and angry, and lonely. I just wanted to wait here, just me, myself and I.

Two hours passed by, and I found myself falling asleep on the couch, but a knock on my door woke me up. I rubbed my eyes from the tiredness, and made my way to the front door. When I opened it, there he stood, looking at me, then at the floor.

Matt.

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Hey guys,
That was a short chapter, I know, but I had to make it shorter than expected. I'll be updating soon, I promise!
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