Frank's Point Of View ~ 

I look down , wiping a tear off my cheek quickly. I clear my throat and pull out another cigar from the packet in my pocket. I look up and Michael is standing in front of me now. Oh no!

"Frank, you okay? . . " He asks me. 

"Yeah, Mike. I'm fine. Sorry I didn't realise that the interview was over . . " 

I know that I can't fool Michael, he knows me better than anyone. When I cry or get emotional about anything . . it means that it really effects me, bothers me deeply. And Michael knows that. I  didn't know it was a real feeling that the both of them felt for each other. Michael spoke from his heart when he spoke about Allie. I know what I have to do I have to make this right. 

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It's now eight at night. I clap my hands together as I walk quickly towards Michael's change room. I'm excited, nervous and ready to get this show going. I knock on the door, opening it. 

"Mike, few more minutes before show time. You ready? . . "

Michael fixes his curls in the mirror before grabbing his black leather, buckled jacket from off the couch. He smiles, he is full of energy and he is ready to go. 

"Okay . . let's go . . " Michael says to me. 

We both walk out of the room and down the hallway towards the stage. The echo of the crowd is heard, getting louder and louder with every footstep. Security walking with us, both in front and behind Michael. I look over at him and straight away I know that Michael is not happy. 

"See you later Mike. Knock em dead . . " I tell him. 

Michael gives me a nod and gets into position for the show. After a few minutes I hear the crowd screaming and chanting his name. Michael disappears. Okay, I need to do this and make this right. I know now, I know that the girl Michael was talking about in the interview was Allie. But I will be honest, I was a little shocked that Michael and Allie slept together. Then finding out that Michael wrote and released a song about her. That is why he was so happy and I have never seen him so happy . . truely happy. What Allie and Michael have shared is something that I see now is very special. I know that Michael has love for everyone in his life. His family, fans and the few friends that he does has. But he has true love, real love with Allie. And I took that away from the both of them. I realise that now. 

I need to make this right now. I was wrong. 

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Allie's Point Of View ~

I pull my hair up into a messy high bun, putting on a hoodie. One of many. It is in the middle of Spring but yet I feel so cold. As I know that Michael is the one that I want more than anything and I can't do anything about it. Michael isn't here. Not anymore. And I know that this time he is  not coming back. He is performing. In front of thousands. Michael and I are nothing more now but a memory. Frank made that perfectly clear. I just feel so helpless. Jessica told me to call her if I feel up to it. She still doesn't know the whole story, knowing nothing about Michael. She is  really worried about me, she told me that. She is a great friend. I hate lying to her. I turn on the television. I stare at the screen with my eye wide open, my finger on the remote and still pointing it at the television. 

Oh my gosh. On the screen, it's Michael. He's doing an interview.

I crack a smile just by looking at him. God. I miss him. 

The interviewer talks to Michael about his Bad album and the process of each song so far that has been released. My eyes start to water up as I hear his voice once again. That gorgeously soft voice that tells me somehow everything will be okay. No matter what. To be with him, it's where I'd rather be. But we are where we are. It's just so hard, he is so far. I miss the little thing. Reaching out to feel for him in the middle of the night  just to know that he is still there, to then feel him wake up a little and wrap his arms around me. To be that person that he talks to and makes love too. I miss all that stuff. 

I hear the interviewer talk about a new song that Michael wrote. It's a song called                                            'I Just Can't Stop Loving You' . . 

What is this song? I don't know about it. I have never heard it. I listen as Michael responds, he says he wrote this song lying in bed next to a young, beautiful women. I am shocked. Shocked. Is this song about me? I put the television on mute and walk to me front door. I open it, getting the newspaper. I open it and on the front page is a photo of Michael with the text reading . . 

'Michael Jackson's mystery girl - who is she? . . ' 

I come back and unmute the television as Michael continues to talk. I know, he is talking about me. He must be. He wrote a song about me? I can't believe this. 

Suddenly, I hear a knock on my door. I yell as I walk over to open it. 

"Jessica! I'm fine, you didn't need to - . . " 

Frank is standing in front of me with a sympathetic look. I'm speechless. 

" . . come over . . " I whisper. 

to be continued.