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Platonic Benevolence	By : CrysMarie2oo5 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Michael Jackson Views: 4447 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I don't know Michael Jackson, or any of the Jackson family or Will.I. Am from the Black Eyed Peas and make no money off this work.

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Chapter Forty-Seven ~ Pain

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After a very filling meal of chicken flavored couscous and fat-free tortilla soup. Yannick and I headed back to my place. We walked up to my apartment where Yannick dropped me off and headed back to the mansion. I sat down in front of my piano and began to play a few chords when my cell phone started ringing. I rushed over to the counter and picked it up. It was Michael.
“Hello?”
“Hey baby, miss me yet?”
“You have no idea Michael. Ramona showed me her ideas of what my image should be…”
“And?”
“And I’ll give you two words…Cat woman.”
“What!?! Are you serious? She didn’t…”
“She did! There was this leather outfit and had all kinds of holes in it…”
“What did you say?”
“I told her that there was no way in hell that I was wearing it and to put more material on it before she’d ever get me to wear it.”
“Good, I’m glad, do you want me to call her?”
“No, no, I think I made myself perfectly clear…”
“How the diet coming along?”
“Good I guess, I lost too much weight in the first week so she bumped me up to 1700 calories.”
“Are you happy?”
“I’m very happy with how my body is looking. Yannick stopped by.”
“Yeah, I know. I asked him to check up on you. I know it can get lonely being up there by yourself.”
“You have no idea. It’s so different cause I’ve never had a place of my own before.”
“Yeah, but hey, I’ll be back in a couple months time…”
“How’s the album going?”
“It’s going, Fergie stopped in and recorded Beat it for us. I think the album is coming out very well to be honest. Almost all the tracks are completed. I’m waiting for Akon to arrive to record his little diddy on “Wanna be Startin Something.” Then its back in the mixer for mixing and producing. Will, he’ll be finishing the album up. So I can come back to you…”
“So Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years…”
“I won’t be there, but don’t worry, I’ll be sure to call you, and send you something…”
“I’m going to be alone for the holidays!”
“No you won’t, speaking of which, the kids wanted you over for Thanksgiving and Christmas…”
“Michael, I don’t…”
“Don’t be silly, you’ll be joining the family, might as well get used to how the Jackson’s celebrate Christmas.” I laughed.
“So have I been a good girl?”
“You’ve been an exceptionally good girl. You’re going to be getting a special gift for Christmas.”
“Really? And what would that be?”
“Well if I told you than it wouldn’t be special.”
“Michael!”
“I’m not telling you.”
“Can I get a hint at least?”
“Nope. Nada girl.”
“You’re mean.”
“Oh now I’m mean, if that’s how you’re going to be, I can just hang up--”
“NO!”
“Oh? Okay, I guess I can stay on, only if you retract your previous statement.”
“I’m sorry, I love you…”
“I love you too. Gosh I wish I was there. To hold you, smell your hair, give you kisses…”
“I wish you were here too so we can cuddle and watch scary movies together…”
“Oh before I forget, Dr. Luke is coming over tomorrow he’s going to be looking at some of the songs that you’ve written…”
“Doctor Luke…wait…he’s a producer right?”
“Yep, he’s handled Britney Spears’ newest album…”
“Yeah Blackout right? Well that’s cool. I hope he likes my stuff. Now I’m all nervous…”
“Don’t be, you’re talented. Perhaps look over your songs tonight and finish writing some that you haven’t finished yet. Better yet, plunk some out, he won’t be there til about 3 in the afternoon, he’s finalizing some tracks for some Gaga chick.”
“Gaga? What the hell kind of name is that?”
“I don’t know, I think its…Madame Gaga, or Lady Gaga or something like that. I’ve heard snippets from what Luke’s been sending to Will and I have to say, that girl’s going to be huge. Mark my words.”
“I don’t know, sounds freaky to me. I’ll keep a lookout for her. She’s probably going to be some Madonna wanna-be.”
“Well, some of her songs have a Madonna-ish sound to them, but, God you’ll have to listen to her, I’ll see if Will can send me some of those songs.”
“Sure, sounds like a date.”
“But I thought I would tell you that, are you doing okay though?”
“I’m doing fine, just missing you like crazy.”
“Well I’ll be back soon, it’ll be like I never left.”
“I hope so.”
“Well I should go, Will wants me at the studio in an hour, so I gotta get ready.”
“Okay baby, I love you.”
“I love you too baby girl.”
“Bye now.”
“Buh-bye.”
With that I hung up the phone and got up to grab my songs off the shelf in the bedroom. It was going to be a long night.
The next morning I woke up, slobber all up on the side of my face, and slobber dripping down the front of the baby grand piano I had accidentally fallen asleep on. My neck hurt and my back was a mess. Scattered before me were twenty different songs that I had written lyrics and melody lines to. Some were complete, some where just chorus lines. I glanced at the clock to see it was a little before eight in the morning so I gathered up the songs and piled them neatly beside the stack that Ramona and I had picked out and I got up and went to bed, setting my alarm for eleven.
Eventually 3’o clock came and I waited…hoping to hear a knock on the door, nothing…3:30 came…still nothing…finally at quarter after four my cell phone began to buzz. I answered.
“Hello?”
“Hello? Is this Crystal?” The voice asked on the other end. I didn’t recognize the voice at all. The man had a New York accent to his voice.
“Yes, who is this?” I asked, a little baffled.
“This is Luke, I was supposed to meet up with you today, sorry for the delay, the recording session with Stefani ran incredibly late, are you still up for meeting with me? If so, you’ll have to come down here to my studio…”
“Um…sure, where’s your address?” I asked, getting out a piece of paper and a pen. I scribbled down the address the he quoted off. I began gathering all of my songs in a pile and grabbed my purse and keys. “Okay be there in five minutes.” I said getting off the phone with him dialing Yannick’s number.
“Hey Yannick, do you have any idea where RedOne studios are? Uh-huh? What? I have no idea where that is…you’re on your way? Okay thank you Yannick…” He hung up on me as I decided that I should go downstairs to wait for him. I put on a sweater and grabbed my music, mp3 player and my sunglasses. I began my walk down the hall toward the elevator, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see the little boy from down the hall looking up at me.
“Hi, are you the lady from the magazine cover? Do you know Michael Jackson?” I glanced at the elevator to see it was still on the lobby floor. I turned back around and bent down to the boys level. He couldn’t have been any older than five.
“Do you like Michael Jackson?”
“I love him. Mommy doesn’t care for him, but I love that hat that he wears…are you the girl on the cover with him?”
“I’ll let you in on a secret if you promise not to tell anyone?”
“I won’t! Cross my heart!”
“I am the girl on the cover of those magazines, but they tell lies about me, I happen to know MJ too.”
“Mijo! What are you doing? Get inside this instant.” The little boy turned around like a deer caught in headlights. She then directed her gaze at me.
“Sorry if he’s bothering you miss, welcome by the way, my name is Noemi that’s my little boy Chance…again I’m sorry if he’s bothering you…”
“No no…Noemi was it? My name is Crystal, and he wasn’t bothering me at all he was just asking me some questions. Kids are curious.” I turned to the little boy. “You better listen to your mother…”
“Okay, I’ll see you around Crystal.” Chance said, racing back down the hallway to his mother. I turned back around and caught my elevator and took it down to the lobby and had a seat while I waited for Yannick to come pick me up.
*Twenty Minutes Later*
I was entering the studio where I was greeted by Dr. Luke.
“You must be Crystal, so sorry about the change of plans…my latest client is quite the diva…”
“Aw, Michael was telling me a little about her, goes by the name Lady…” I trailed off hoping he would fill in the blanks for me.
“Gaga, like baby gibberish. Girl is very strange, but I can tell, she’ll make it in the industry…she’s willing to sacrifice…”
“Sacrifice? What do you mean?”
“Um…you know, time, effort…she’s got what it takes to make it work…” Luke said quickly. I caught on to what he was saying however. He glanced at my arms. “So what do we have? Lyrics?” I nearly forgotten that I was still carrying the folder.
“Oh! Yes, most have been written melodies and all, but there’s a couple where I only have the chorus line or verse line figured out…” I said, handing him my folder. He took the folder and thumbed through it, quickly glancing through all of the pages…
“You say you wrote these yourself? Care to play some of them on the grand over there?” Luke asked as he handed back my folder and gestured to the grand piano sitting inside the massive studio.
“Um, sure. I’m nervous though, I don’t know how good my voice will be.”
“Don’t worry about it, just pretend that I’m not here.”
“I’ll try.” I said, sitting down on the piano stool and pulling out a random piece of music from the folder. It was called “Days.” A song I wrote about Jason and I’s relationship. I put my hands on G#m chord and began to arpeggiate the chord, switching to B major then to C# minor then back to G#m. After two progression I began to sing. The lyrics just spilled out of my mouth. It was really meant to be a slower paced song, but as I was starting to sing the second verse Luke stopped me and asked me what chords I was using. I mumbled off the chord progression and he dug out his laptop and began clicking madly. The track he produced was amazing. It was a little over four minutes long and he had asked me to sing to it after he was finished. I sang my lyrics and surprisingly enough he turned a sad song into a dance club hit. I was impressed to say the least.
He asked me to do another song…and this one, I had titled Just Dance. All I had was a strong chorus line and a couple of verses. He again created a pop song out of it, that I wasn’t a fan of.
“Crystal you can really go far with your song writing. I would love to work with you, I’ll call Mike and let him know, I know you two have a wedding to plan, congrats of the engagement by the way.”
“Thanks…” I said feeling really uneasy about this whole thing. For some reason I couldn’t explain but this guy had suddenly turned creepy on me. I sort of felt foolish for even sharing the last song with him, somehow feeling that he might use it against me or something. I didn’t know why I felt like this. He was a respected producer after all.
“Hey can I get a copy of those songs? I know when Michael and I produce tracks he usually sends me with a CD of our work…”
“Why would you want that? You don’t want anyone stealing your work do you? I mean that’s just ludicrous…besides I’m not anywhere close to finished with these tracks yet…”
“Whoa, whoa, no need to get snappy with me. I wanted to show Michael what we accomplished…”
“Look, it’s a bad idea, I’m going to wrap this meeting up, I have your number and I’ll be in contact okay?”
“Okay,” I said feeling stupid and defeated “…nice meeting you.”
“Ditto, goodbye, have safe travel.”
“Will do.” I said as I exited the studio. I dialed Michael’s number as I exited the building and made my way to Yannick’s SUV.
“Hey Michael, I don’t know why I feel like this but I do…I don’t think Dr. Luke was the wisest choice of producer. I shared some of my songs with him and I don’t know why, but I think he’s going to use my ideas…” I said getting into the SUV as Yannick took off towards my apartment.
“Well that’s good that he’ll use your ideas baby…”
“Michael, I have a feeling he’s going to steal one of my songs! I don’t know why I feel this way but I feel like I’ve just made a big mistake Michael… I mean he wouldn’t make a CD of the tracks he came up with…he snapped at me when I had asked…”
“Hey, baby, it’s okay, if you hear either of the songs that you played for him on the radio, let me know, we’ll get a lawsuit on him so fast…”
“Do you think he’ll use any of the songs?”
“Well it’s hard to say, some producers like to keep their work under wraps. I did when it was my own material…but I don’t dare do that with other people’s work. Some producers aren’t like me however so it’s a tough call.”
“I see, I’m sorry to have called you, I was just so angry that he snapped at me…”
“He snapped at you? Look I’ll call him when I get a free moment and get everything straightened out okay? I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it honey…he was probably trying to protect you.”
“Yeah I know…I just…”
“Crys? Before I let you go, I wanted to let you know the test results came back…”
“Test results?” I asked my voice full of confusion.
“Yeah, the test results…you know the ones you were worried about?” My memory came back and I knew he meant the results from the STD test we took a little over a week ago.
“Oh those? Good or bad?”
“We’re clean honey.” I let out a sigh of relief then began to smile.
“Oh thank God, good news, thank you.”
“Not a problem, so you can breathe now and not worry about it…”
“Thank you baby, oh I love you so much!”
“I love you too, I need to let you go and try to get some sleep, I’ll call you later on this afternoon, it should be night when I call…so wear something sexy for me…”
The days flew by, during the day I had appointments with Ramona, wedding planners, cake decorators, and stopped by a wedding boutiques to get an idea of what kind of wedding dress I would like for the wedding. My family also receive some very extravagant gifts from Michael. Like new homes for my mom, and dad. New cars for my parents as well as my younger brother and Michael also paid for my brother to go to a Technical Institute for a couple of years. He also reserved tickets for all three of them to fly to be a part of our wedding which the date was undecided yet. As for myself, Michael sent a Apple laptop in the mail to me to replace the one that was broke when I was jumped by Tasha in my old apartment.
Things were looking up finally in my favor.
But the bliss was soon to be short-lived. Little did I know that pain was just around the corner.
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