Hey guys, Michael had a little bit of a mess up there! He's a bit stupid sometimes, messing around with these girls... (this is a terrible chapter- I wrote this time ago so idk what I was thinking lol.) Amy xx

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Michael's POV:
Shaking my head at my bad actions, I walk back to the sofa.
Jheez! I need to clean up that beer before it stains, I'm so stupid. I just can't help myself sometimes.

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I make my way upstairs to my bedroom, and chuck myself on my sheets. I throw my shirt off, and get my song book out.

I've written a few songs and composed them on the piano, but I do it for myself. Nobody has ever heard me sing but my brother Jermaine, who when I told my passion for it, took the micky out of it.
Ever since, I kept it to myself. I never wanted to pursue a singing career- that's too overwhelming for me, I'm not great at mingling with the crowds.
Fame is big, and although that may sound like a good thing to do, I know it's not. I've done my research, and from what I've seen behind the screen, it's not all what it looks like.

Flicking through my songbook of unfinished songs and their folded compositions, I study my favourites.
My eye catches one of my all time favourites that I never got round to finishing. I write about what I feel, and this song was written through my first tremendous heartbreak. Her name was Chelsea.
She was my ex-girlfriend since University. We had a solid 3 year relationship, I truly loved this girl, she loved me too.
I cared for her like a husband would do for his wife. It's a shame she failed to show the same amount of faith, for she cheated on me. That's where it ended, in her unforgiving sorry's and my sorrow. It was from that day on, that I changed my entire demeanour. Therefore, I needed to spill my thoughts from pen to paper. I didn't get to write enough because I was too heartbroken and my sisters were telling me to stop writing about her, that I needed to let her go, and in doing so I was left with an incomplete song. Here's what I have so far:

You're Not Like Anybody I Ever Knew
But That Don't Mean That I Don't Know Where We Are
And Though I Find Myself Attracted To You
This Time I'm Trying Not To Go Too Far, Cause

No Matter How It Starts It Ends The Same
Someone's Always Doing Someone More
Trading In The Passion For That Taste Of Pain
It's Only Gonna Happen Again.

That's what I've got so far. It's a song for a word of advice to myself- to never fall in love again. That first verse contradicts the idea of the song, since it conveys the idea of loving someone no matter what but not wanting to be with them. But that's how she made me feel. I wanted to love her even though she cheated on me. She broke my heart, and I wanted to give her a chance, but you never know what she's capable of, hence the line 'it's only gonna happen again'.

To this day, my heart was caged and my body craved for love, but instead, it gave me a yearn for lust. My body used to ache from lack of pleasure, so I went around sleeping with women, I couldn't control myself.

I still did until I got my new teaching job. I was doing Roxanne and another girl whom I forgot the name of. I know- terrible of me. My latest one is Jessica Wolfie. Or rather, my best one yet. But I mean, I'm going to be careful with her since she's still a student.

Anywho, I really want to finish this song. It would be great if I could, and a bummer if I can't. God knows how many times I've picked up a pen to complete it and failed. Since its a love song, it's hard to come up with more lyrics. Think, think, think.
Agh, I got nothing.

I guess I'll come back to this song another day, and hopefully with lyrics in mind. Maybe this song was only meant for my lover- and because I don't have anyone to love now, the right lyrics won't come to mind.

Moving on from Chelsea was hard. However, in order to pursue my new career, I needed to physically move. So here I am,
back in London.
Either way, it was really and truly a great idea because my family always lived here- so I get to see them a lot more often. I bought myself a fairly large house. It's close by the school and my family so I thought it was a good idea irrespective of the price.

Oh, how I wish for the love of my life to finally appear, but my damn stupid self won't allow it. I find myself gradually getting more tired at the late hours of an exhausting night. Eventually, my lazy eyes shut and I drift off into my dream, my book falling to the ground.