Meeting The King

So...as you can tell by my name, I am obsessed with MJ, so in the fan fic, we get to know a little bit more about him.

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6. Touring With The King

Travis picked me up in a big, black, limousine outside me house. He held open the big door from me and said, "You must be Megan, I'm Travis. Mr. Jackson told me to come and treat you like his own child. Coke?" He asked. "Wait what??!" I asked. "No, no, no. I mean the soft drink Darling." He said. I sighed. "Oh. Yes please?" I said. "You thought Mr. Jackson would give his children drugs?" He asked. "No, of course not, but, sorry, I'm a little nervous." I said. "I would be too, after all, in a couple nights you'll be preforming in front of thousands of people." He said. "And if I wet my pants?" I asked. "You'll be fine. Mr. Jackson has been doing this since he was 5 years old and he's 55. He's been in this business for 50 consecutive years." He said. "I know. I'm his biggest fan." I said. "I know." He said. I rolled up the black window to the driver and then I enjoyed my coke and Moonwalker in peace.

We got to a big hotel and Travis took my bags. We went up to room 512 and Travis took the card and slid it in the door. It clicked and the door opened. I walked in to see Blanket playing with his stuffed animals in the corner, Michael taking a drink of a Pepsi can with his picture on it, Paris on her phone on a bed, and Prince leaning on the railing of the balcony. "Mr. Jackson...Your guest is here." Travis said and walked out of the door. My mouth hung open and I fainted on the floor again.

Michael was putting a bottle of water to my head and feeling my pulse. He must've thought I bit the big one this time. "I cannot believe I am in the same room with you again and am going on tour with you..." I said. "I can tell, can you stand?" He asked. He helped me up and stood me on my feet. Paris stood in front of me, smiling. "Megan, this is my daughter Paris, Paris, this is my number one fan, Megan." We hugged and we laughed. "Prince, my dear son, come meet Megan!" Michael called. Prince came to me and smiled. He shook my hand and said, "Hi Megan, I'm Prince." "Hi Prince." I said, smiling back at him. "Blanket, come meet Megan." Prince said, motioning for Blanket to come near me. I gave him a hug and said, "Hi Blanket! It's so great to meet you!" After our hug Blanket went over to his daddy's side. "Blanket's always shy around new people. But over the next few months I'm sure you two will be inseparable." He said. "Paris would you help Megan with her things? Is it okay if you two share a room?" Michael asked. "Like our own hotel room? Just Paris and I?" I asked. "Yeah. The boys are sharing a room across the hall and you two have a room next door, if that's okay?" He asked. "Yes! Of course! That would be great!" I said.

Paris and I took my things next door and she helped me set up in my closet. "You don't want to put everything in that closet, we'll only be here for a few days." Paris said. "Oh..." I replied. "Yeah and you don't really need them because right when we wake up tomorrow you're off to rehearsal with Daddy. Then the designers will give you an outfit to wear, and after that you'll be performing your first concert." She said. "Already?? I mean...I..I'm a little nervous." I said. "You'll do fine Megan. Let me hear some vocals. Let's start out with Billie Jean." She turned on the stereo by the bed and put her dad's  CD in. "Ready?" She asked. I nodded. "Go for it." She said. She did something to the stereo that made his voice quieter, but the music louder. I waited for my cue, then I began. I had to do little movements in between to keep track of my rhythm and time, but Paris was impressed at how precise I was with the singing. Michael could hear me next door. He came in the door to watch me, I got embarrassed and started screwing up and Paris knew it was because he was there. Paris turned off the stereo and said, "Okay that's enough for tonight." I turned to Michael and he smiled, "You know the whole hotel heard you? And people from the streets?" He asked. "Really??" I asked. "Take a look outside." He said motioning to the balcony. I looked over the railing and there were dozens of people down below cheering and chanting. "OMJ!" I said. I could not believe that, all those people heard me and they actually liked what I did. I wondered if this was how Michael felt when he was 5. Michael came behind me and put his hand on my shoulder. The crowd below went nuts and started chanting his name. "MICHAEL! MICHAEL! MICHAEL! MICHAEL!" followed by a lot of screaming. He waved and tried to speak so the crowd could hear. "On this tour, I will be accompanied by Megan Riley, one of my backup singers and dancers, how do you think she did?" He asked. They started cheering again. "Let's give them what they want." Paris said. We all went inside and threw on Smooth Criminal gear. Lucky for us there were already nails sticking up from the balcony for Michael's shoes. We started performing and Paris and I stood back while Michael did his lean. After that more people gathered and then the police eventually showed up to get them to stop disrupting traffic. I went to bed early that night, after all, I had a big day tomorrow.

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