Michael's Point Of View ~

I just got back to my hotel room from my visit to the Children's Hospital. I love visiting them when I am touring around the whole world. I don't do it for attention, I do it because it comes from my heart. It was insane when I arrived. 

Paparazzi everywhere. Cameras flashing in every direction possible as they scream look here and look there. Fans calling my name and asking for autographs. I love my fans, dearly. And I am more than happy to sign my name for them but sometimes it just gets overwhelming. But I'm used to this life. That is why I love going to see all the children, seeing they're smiling faces. It brings me such joy to help them and I know that what I'm doing is making a change to their world. I love children. They don't see who I may be to the rest of the world. They don't care about that. They don't want anything from me.

I sigh and lie down on the hotel room bed. I have to get ready for a show in a few hours. I would love to take a little nap but I can't fall asleep. I know I won't. I sit up and look around the room,  it's so quiet in here. I wish I had a friend to talk to right now. I'm lonely. I think about that lovely girl. Her name . . her name is Allie. She was so sweet to me. What she said to me, she said that she loves me. But to me it was mostly the way she said it. She said it with so much love. She said it like she really meant it. I asked her if it was okay, she gave me her mobile number just before she left the room. I want to call her. See what she is doing right now. When I think about this girl, I just feel that there is something very special about her. Something very unique about her. I can just tell that she is a real person. 

I decide to call her mobile. Oh gosh. I'm nervous. This is so unlike me. I never do things like this. But wait, what if she doesn't remember me? What do I do then? I dial her number, the sound of it ringing gives me goosebumps. 

"Hello? . . " I hear a familiar voice. 

It's her, it's Allie. I can't help but freeze. 

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Allie's Point Of View ~

Who is calling me? I gasp softly as I think suddenly of who it could be. What if it's Michael calling me? I gave him my number. He asked for it and I wanted to give it to him. 

"Hello? . . " I don't here anything for a few seconds. I ask again. 

"Hello? Who is this? Is anyone there? . . " I hear a voice, that voice. 

"Hi, this is Michael Jackson. Is this Allie? . . " The voice asks me softly. 

Oh my god. It is Michael calling me. I kind of lost hope of ever seeing him again. A huge smile appears across my face as soon as I recognise his voice, hearing his name. 

"Yes this is Allie. How are you, Michael? . . " I ask him joyfully. 

 He giggles a little. "I am fine, thank you Allie . . " He says. 

"Allie, I was wondering if you could meet me at my hotel room after my show tonight? . . " 

Wait. What? 

Did Michael Jackson just ask to meet up with me? To his hotel room? Tonight? Dreams are coming true right now.

"Sure. I still have that piece of paper you gave me. What time? . . " I ask him. 

"Well, I have a show tonight that is starting in an hour and it finishes around 11pm. So around that time if it isn't too late . . " 

"I'll be there, Michael . . " I tell him. 

"Allie, just be careful coming in cause there is security everywhere . . " 

"And please don't let Frank see you. Please forgive me for asking that of you but I know he wouldn't be happy . . " Michael says. 

 "I understand Michael. I'll do my best . . " I say. 

Michael tells me everything I need to know. 

"Look for a guy that is wearing a dark blue top. Tell him you're Allie and he'll let you up to my room. It's okay I told him I was expecting you . . " 

I nod into the phone. "Okay thanks Michael. I'll remember that" . . " 

We talk for a little more before Michael says he has to go. He has to go and do a quick rehearsal before he starts the show. 

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Later That Night 

I'm standing out the front of Michael's hotel building and looking around like crazy for that security guy wearing a dark blue shirt. There are people everywhere here. Michael has so many loving fans. It's so warming to see. There are police standing in a line in front of his fans, to keep them away as they chant Michael's name over and over again. I stay hidden a little, keeping in the dark where I hope they can't see me. 

Where is this guy that Michael told me about? I can't see him. 

My eyes wide. Oh there he is. I found him. I walk over to him, my entire body is shaking. 

"Hello. My name is Allie. I'm here to see Michael. He is expecting me . . " I tell him. 

to be continued.