Lorde

My name is Lordeand I'm 31 years old a singer, dancer kinda, actress, and mostly into my favorite artists that are: Michael Jackson,  Prince, Whitney Houston,  Beyonce, and Adele. I have been through a tough circumstances with my father and my mother- - she died on my 12th birthday and long story for short. I'm mostly famous like not any other artist that started their career around L.A. and let's not forget about how things will be complicated when you're trying to reach up to that goal.

I'm wandering around California in a gloomy day I can persuade. The sky wasn't as bright like any other day as it should be and it reminded me of my past as I should say. While gazing around the city nothing wasn't like any other I didn't notice a little boy running up to me accidently and felled.

"You alright there pal?" I helped him up to his feet and I notice that it was Prince Jackson. (MJ son)

"Daddy." He whimpers.

"Why did you run off like that? He's probably worried about you. "I said as I took him by the hand so that I can find his father.

The city was busy but I kept my hand grip on Prince tightly so he won't run off again. I then notice on the news that they were showing Prince on tv and his father in dreadful tears. Whoever thought Michael could get so much attention fast like that?  After searching and searching I began to grow hungry.

"Prince are you hungry? "I asked him and he looks at me nodding.

"C'mon." I took him to subway and its my favorite place to go.

What? I'm a vegetarian for crying out loud!

We stopped by subway and order a take out to go and it will give us plenty of time to look for the pop star. I then look in the distance to see a man curly hair, mask, fedora, penny loafers, and black jacket sitting on the bench miserably.

"Are you okay sir?" I asked him.

He looks at me with a mask covering his mouth but his brown orbs showed.

"No I'm not. I just lost my son and my wife is going to be furious with me when I get home." He said in a horsey tone.

"Son? You mean YOU were on the news breaking the news about you're son?" I asked him intrigued.

"Yes. Say, have I seen you before? "He looks at me curious like a child.

"Michael? Is that you? " I asked as he went quiet for a minute and then replied.

I smiled and picked up Prince and placed him between us.

"I found you're son." I whisper to him as his eyes widen and he beamed when he reunited with his son.

"Prince I'm so glad you're back! Don't ever run off like that again. Do you hear me?" He said in a strict tone and Prince nodded before he hugs his daddy.

"My work here is done." I said as I stood up to walk away but....

"Wait!"

I stopped when Michael looks at me in his brown orbs into my Crystal blue ones.

"You're Lorde aren't you?" He asked as I nodded.

Luckily nobody was around us and the next thing I knew what that we were I  a limousine together.

"Yes I'm Lorde." I said as his eyes beamed.

"I love your songs that you written back in 1996. 'Tennis Court' and 'Everybody Wants To Rule The World' are the two top songs I heard from your albums." He complement as I  blushed.

"Oh thank you. I'm glad you like them."

Quietness surround us and Prince was asleep soundly and Michael speaks up, "Say Lorde?" He asked.

"Yeah?"

"Do you wanna hang out sometime if you want to, I mean-"

"Sure. How about Friday? I have to write a new song for my new album coming soon and I do need some time to get the lyrics in my head to make words pop out good." I scheduled and he nods.

"That's perfect. "He said.

I hand him my phone number and he takes it as I got out of the limousine.

"See you this Friday Mike." I waved after closing the door and walked back to my place where I live.

God, why does everything stresses me out when I can't hang around others or when I have some quality time on my own?