Michael's Point Of View ~

Los Angeles, California | 7:00pm

I can't say I'm surprised. Not in the slightest.

As once again the paparazzi follow, as all we do is simply walk. Their desperate attempts to get as many photos of Ariana and I out and about is something that doesn't appear to be getting old any time soon, it seems. And if anything, it's getting much worse. It's been a good few days since the release of both our albums and it's easy to say, it's been a crazy few days.

What is it that they say? . . because well, the press is having a field day.

Ariana's hand holding mine. Our faces covered, our eyes covered but only on occasion with the lifting of our free hand. All that is heard is the stern tone coming from Arthur and Jesse mixed with the scurry of many shoes and the flashing of cameras.

"Sir, move back please . . " Jesse says.

"Give them some room. Move back please, sir . . " Arthur adds.

Voices of the paparazzi asking Ariana and I to look here and there . . in the dark. Asking us questions about our personal life. Our relationship. Ugh. It doesn't surprise me, not one little bit. They don't care. They just want a story. And when I give them nothing, when I say nothing, they just go ahead and make things up. And it's such hurtful things too. Ariana as well. But unfortunately, that's what it's like . . it's what they are like. Through it all, I suddenly hear the gasping of people around us that happen to be passing us by as they have realised that it's Ariana and myself that the paparazzi are chasing down.

On the outside looking in, it must look like absolute chaos. But being right in the centre of it . . it is just a nightmare.

I am used to it, but I just wish they would leave me alone.

"Ariana, how do you feel after the release of your album? . . "

"Michael, are you jealous at all of Ariana releasing an album at the same time as you? . . "

I hear them yell out randomly at us. This is ridiculous. How could they even think to say that? I lift up my head but only slightly, to see Jesse, Arthur and the rest of our security combined continuing to keep them a safe distance away from us. Well, now that they mention it - the release of both our albums, I have a special plan all laid out for tonight as it marks the end of those few crazy days afterwards that consists of many interviews and fan meet and greets. Now it's time for Ariana and I to be together. To somewhat honour both of our efforts. To celebrate - I took Ariana to dinner. It was delicious. A divine little Italian restaurant that sits warmly right in the middle of many others along this busy Los Angeles street.

Dinner is now ticked off as complete, but the night is still young. But of course, the paparazzi have the very same thought.

I know the paparazzi, I have known them for years. They won't quit. Ugh. How the paparazzi irk me. I feel I shouldn't be this way towards them, but I am. I have just lost my trust in them. I feel Ariana's free hand come down to hold my arm as we walk to where we need to be now. I can't help but turn my head to look back at her as she continues to walk very closely behind me.

"You okay, baby? . . " I ask her.

She doesn't speak. Just a nod of her head.

I just wanna get there already. It's walking distance from the restaurant, only a few short minutes away but with the disarray and sometimes even stress that the paparazzi brings . . it feels like an eternity.

"Sir, give them room! Move back! . . " Arthur yells again.

My eyes peak up to finally see what I have been praying to see - the cinema. I booked it for tonight after dinner and for Ariana and I only. For not another soul is to be in there with us. The public that is. We will have it all to ourselves. I hear Ariana softly giggle as she see's it for herself too, knowing very well that I'm aware she and myself love our movies as we both rarely get the chance to sit down and enjoy one separately, let alone together.

So it's even more special which is why I had to include it into tonight's schedule.

The entrance to the cinema before us finally.

And that hasn't gone unnoticed for the paparazzi either, for their cameras flash even more than before, almost causing blindness. The scurry sounds from their hurried movements on the concrete are unmistakable and their voices yet again ask ridiculous questions.

But we make it. Our security keeping them at the entrance with them, but Arthur and Jesse come with us. Finally we can breath now as that inevitable portion has pasted . . for tonight anyways. The ghost town that is this cinema causing nothing but excitement for us as we make our way to where we will be seated.

"I'm so excited, Michael . . "

Ariana exclaims.

"I can't believe you organised all of this. You are so sweet. But it's not just me that has released an album . . "

She tells me as we sit down. "I know. But I want to do this for you. I am so proud of you baby . . "

I lean into her to lay a gentle kiss onto her soft cheek. I love it when she smiles. I get the chance to witness her dimple that sits on the left hand side of her face every time she does so. She looks at me and I look at her. I can't help it.

One, two, three is the number of kisses I plant on her lips.

A hand of mine comes and sits on her upper neck with my fingers grazing ever so gently on her jawline. I feel hers come to the back of my head, her fingers through my short curls. Hmm, how I wish I could have her right now but I can't. I must resist. The kiss broken and just in time too for a voice is heard.

"Mr Jackson. Ms Grande . . " We look towards this voice.

"My name is Jeff and I am the manager here. It's an honour to have you both here. You are my guests so please sit back and relax . . "

He hands both Ariana and I a laminated piece of paper. I have a quick look to figure out it's a list of the many movies that are on option to view this evening. "Campaign and nibbles for you both . . " Jeff says as we suddenly see Arthur and Jesse appear, providing those very things to us. A large silver platter is placed on a tray in front of us as well as one glass of champagne for me and one for Ariana.

"Please take your time choosing what is your desired film and we will be more than happy to make that happen. As I said before, sit back and relax . . "

"It's a pleasure Mr Jackson and Ms Grande . . "

Jeff walks away in such a professional manner. See, people can be so lovely. Respectful. I turn around to look behind me to see just Arthur and Jesse both standing by the entrance of where we are. Hands behind their backs and always alert.

"Hmm . . "

I hear Ariana say. I look at her with the biggest smile on my face. Her long, white painted nail lifts up to tap on her cheek as she stares intensely as the bit of paper that holds all the movies. She is so cute. God I love her. I am just crazy about her, it's almost insane. I don't care what we watch . . just being here with Ariana alone is more than enough for me.

"Ooh what about The Little Mermaid? . . "

I'm fine with it. I know Ariana - she loves her cartoons and can't go past watching one if given the opportunity. I giggle as her puppy dog eyes are too much . . she is too cute, my girl is. I call Arthur down. His ear will be used to pass the choice of movie back to Jeff.

"Of course, Mr Jackson . . "

Arthur says before walking away.

We don't need to wait long. Our glasses clink together as the movie begins. Apart from Aladdin, this is another favourite of Ariana's. That knowledge causes me to look at her to see yet another smile spread across her face. She just beams so bright when she watches Ariel meet Eric, pulling him out of the ocean and onto the safety of the sand to save him his life. But it always changes once Ursula takes her voice away, leaving her deprived of talking . . of singing.

Something that I know would devastate Ariana.

I put my arm around her to feel her move just that little bit more closer to me. I want to enjoy this moment as it's unknown when either of us will get this chance again. The movie plays - the bubbles of the champagne rise as the glasses still sit peacefully on the tray provided.

I don't want this movie to end.

Because then, we will leave here to return to the hungry eyes of the paparazzi. Therefore to have the return of that dreaded paparazzi irk that I can never seem to shake.

to be continued.