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I LOOKED OVER to my band mates as they waited, eager to hear what I have to say. Just as I opened my mouth, I dramatically fell on the floor with a huge grin on my face. The girls quickly rushed to my aid looking at me in amusement.

"I take it that it was good news" Valerie asked. I nodded my bed vigorously.

"Well what is it? Spit it out" Rena exclaimed. Just as I was about to tell them who it was, a security guard knocked on the door. Nancy walked over to the door opening it wide for us to see.

"We're about to go on air in few minutes." The guard informed us. I guess the news will just have to wait. We were escorted into the radio station as we began the radio interview.

Three hours have passed by slowly but finally I was free. The day was so long and tiring. In the morning, we were doing a talk shows. In the evening we were doing radio interviews. I never knew fame was like this.
I dragged my tired body onto my bed, face first, groaning.

"Looks like someone's tired" I groaned and dug my head even deeper into the pillows as I hear my sisters laugh echo  through the room. I lifted my head up and threw a pillow at her. She caught it and examined the makeup that I smeared on it. She frowned.

"I spent so long doing your makeup today" she whined. I lifted my head once more and glare at her. Asenath, or Sena, is the groups makeup artist and sadly, also my older sister. She's a tall women, the exact opposite of my small stature. She's got an athletic body. Long legs and everything. She was beautiful and I envied her.

The only thing we got in common is our eyes. Both dark and mysterious. But other than that, nothing.

"Why are you in here?" I asked her as I just realized her presence. She shrugged and pulled out a pack of biscuits she's munching on. I rolled my eyes as I reach over to grab one.

"Go away. I'm tired and I want to take a nap." She shrugged her shoulders and walked out of my room with the pack of biscuits under her arms. I sighed in relief and jumped off the bed. I changed from my black suit and into a large shirt and pajama trousers. I rinsed off all the makeup on my face and literally jumped into bed. I tucked myself in, all comfy and cosy, when I suddenly remembered something. I promised Michael I'd call him back. I looked at the clock. 7:38 pm. Hopefully he's not busy right now. I reached over to my trousers on the floor, searching for the piece of paper that I wrote his number on. I silently cheered as I finally found it. I pushed myself back on to my bed and grabbed the telephone on my bedside table. I quickly dialed in the digits and the phone began to rang. After the third ring, I hear a soft female voice.

"Hello?" They asked.

"Hello. My name is Micky and I was wondering if I can talk with Michael?" I asked her politely. At first I thought I had dialed the wrong number but I seemed to punch in every number. For a few seconds there was silence. Until finally the woman spoke up.

"You're Micky?" She asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

"Yes. Is there something wrong?" I asked feeling slightly offended. She must've noticed a change in my voice as she quickly intervened.

"No it's Just Michael hasn't shut up about you since last night. He said that-" before she could finish, I hear a familiar voice in the background.

"Janet, who you talking too"

"It's Micky. Anyways as I was saying he-" she suddenly stopped. I could hear some noises in the back talking in hushed voices.

"Hello?" I called out, feeling confused. Michaels soft voice then broke through the phone speakers

"Hey Micky. Sorry about that. Janet's just being her annoying self" he laughed nervously. I chuckled and shook my head.

"Oh it was quite alright. I didn't mind" I answered truthfully. Besides I just spoke with The Janet Jackson.

"So what's up?" He asked. I laid my body across my bed, nestling into the covers.

"Well earlier we had to cut the conversation short and we never really discussed a place or time." I trailed off.

"Oh yeah. Well where and when do you want to do it?" He asked enthusiastically. A weird tingling feeling erupted in the pit of my stomach as I think about him actually wanting to hang out with me.

"It doesn't really matter as long as there is a piano." I stuttered. I silently slapped myself for stuttering infront of him.

"Okay how about the studios at 12?" He chuckled. I nodded my head. But then realize that he can't see me and quickly replied back.

"Sounds good to me" I told him, trying to act cool. But in reality I just sounded idiotic

"Okay well I'll see you then." Just as he was about to hang up, a boost of confidence came over me.

"Actually about that. If we are to work together, should we not get to know one another. It would help us understand one another's taste in music"

"I totally agree." I smiled and silently squealed in my head.

"If you are free tomorrow afternoon, maybe you can come to my hotel room and just chat." I suggested. Now that I've said it out loud, it sounds very weird. Luckily he didn't question it.

"Yeah I'm free and sure. We'll finally get to meet one another properly." He chuckled. This caused a huge grin to spread over my face. We said our goodbyes and as I put down my phone, I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. This really is happening