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A WEEK HAS passed since Micky and Michael saw one another. Micky and her group finally finished their American interviews and were granted their month break before their tour starts. Jaime, Rena and Valerie all flew back to the U.K. while Micky stayed in California.
After a week, the two artist finally met up to work on music. They both agreed to meet up at Micky's hotel room like they did last week. Micky set up her living area with a guitar and a keyboard along with paper and pencils.

Michael was slightly nervous. He's already met her and spoke with her but he couldn't help but feel anxious. He truly was excited to work with Micky but he was afraid that their idea's might clash with one another. Bill, his driver and security guard could see the nervousness from the way Michael shook his leg to the way he fiddled his fingers

"Michael, calm down. What's got you all worked up?" He asked.

"I don't know Bill. What if she thinks my music sucks"

"You're kidding, right kid? You're Michael Jackson. The man who's won the most grammy's in a night that any artist before him. Besides, if she doesn't like your stuff then it's her loss"

"Thanks Bill" Michael smiled. He leaned back into his seat and watched as the cars pass him by. Soon enough, he stepped out of the familiar hotel. Bill drove around back and was greeted by a man in a hotel uniform. The man greeted the Michael and escorted him up to Micky's room. Her bodyguards stood by her door as usual but as their eyes laid on Michael, they stepped aside to let him in.

"I just wanna scream out 'til my voice breaks. Even if the tears fall and my heart hates me, Baby I love you" she sang. She finished and frowned. Michael decided that it was time to let himself be known.

"That was beautiful" he commented. Micky slightly jumped in her seat. She turned to the voice and her face heated up.

"I don't know. I was just messing around" she replied as Michael walked around the sofa and took a seat beside her.

"Besides its too early to start writing song for the bands next album" she added. She could hear her heart beating in her chest and she was afraid that he might hear it. She was still slightly star struck by him. Unknown to her, Michael was also experiencing the same thing except he felt nervous.

"So have you written any songs yet?" She asked him breaking the silence between them. Michael nodded and pulled out a small battered up notebook.

"Do you mind..." he trailed on, his eyes focused on the keyboard in front of her.

"Oh sure go ahead" she told him moving the keyboard towards him. He laid his notebook on the stand in front of him and started playing around with some keys.

"We're sendin' out a major love
And this is our message to you
The planets are linin' up
We're bringin' brighter days
They're all in line waitin' for you
Can't you see? You're just another part of me" Michael sang out. Micky was at awe at him. Hearing his voice in real life was so much more different than hearing his voice on a record. Michael glanced at her to see her smiling.

"I only got the chorus. I started writing the first verse but I can't seem to come up with anymore lyrics for the second verse." He handed her his notebook and Micky gladly accepted it. She looked over at all the messy writings and let the lyrics run through her head. She placed the notebook back onto the stand and played the instrumental of the song on the piano. She hummed along the lyrics he wrote softly. Michael watched as her tongue slightly poked out as she played the keyboard.

"How about 'Out through the nation, I feel the truth. The final message we bring to you. There is no danger to feel the truth. So come again, we need you'" Micky sang. Michael's grin was so big that it could have fallen off his face. Micky turned to him, slightly nervous to hear his opinions. She was preparing for the worst But surprised to see him smiling.

"I like that. Then we can go back to the chorus like..." then he played the chorus for her again. Micky sighed a breathe of relief. The duo worked for hours upon hours until a sudden noise that erupted from Micky's stomach echoed the living area. Michael looked at her in shock causing Micky's face to heat up.

"Sorry. I guess I'm a little hungry" she laughed nervously. Michael shook his head.

"Don't be. To be honest I'm kinda hungry too" he replied. Micky smiled.

"Well what do you want to eat?" Micky asked him. Michael thought for a minute before shrugging his shoulders.

"I'm good with whatever. Just as long as it's good food" she chuckled then thought for a moment.

"How does KFC sound? I've been craving it for so long" she told him. Michael nodded his head enthusiastically. He loved his KFC. Micky giggled at his behavior which she found awfully adorable.

"Can we have Mac n Cheese and Mashed potatoes as sides?" He asked her. She nodded, still smiling.

"Sure and how about their chocolate cake for dessert?" Michael pretended to think for before chuckling.

"Deal" he smiled. Micky left Michael in the living area as she walked towards the front door. She opened the door and poked her head out. The security guards, both her's and Michael's, stood next to one another conversing but stoped as they noticed her head poking out the door. One of her security guards walked forward.

"Is there anything I can help you with miss?" He asked. Mickey shook her head.

"I was actually wondering if someone could run and fetch us some food." She asked him.

"Of course. What can I get for you and Mr. Jackson?" He asked her.

"Can you get us a bucket of KFC with Mac n cheese and mashed potatoes. And also one of their chocolate cakes please." She asked politely, listing all the food they wanted to eat. The man nodded. Micky quickly grabbed her wallet from a table close by and pulled out a 100 dollar bill and handed it to the security guard who was waiting patiently for her.

"Here you are and grab a bucket or two for you lot" she told him motioning towards the other guards. The guard nodded.

"Thank you miss" he thanked her. Micky smiled and closed the door behind her. She walked back to the living area to see him leaned back in the couch, his eyes wandering around until it stopped on her.

"So while we wait for the food, what would you like to do?" She asked. The two dove into a conversation that ended with Micky telling him about the time she replaced all the filling of an Oreo with toothpaste. The two were laughing so hard that they nearly didn't hear the knock on the door. Michael stood up from his seat and walked towards the front door for the food. He opened the door and grabbed the food from the guards hand, thanking him, and closing the door behind him and walking back to the living area. Micky stood up and grabbed on of the bags from him and walked towards the dining area. She placed the bag of food down onto the table along with the rest that Michael carried.
The two laughed and joked with one another as they ate their meals.
Michael noticed the small things about her. Like how a tiny dimple on her cheek would appear whenever she smiled or how she wasn't afraid to eat in front of him.

Micky was doing the same to him. She noticed the way his eyes would crinkle whenever he laughed.

Unknown to these two that their professional relationship would one day bloom into something else.