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Part 3 ~ Allure

Ariana's Point Of View ~

'We Are The World' Filming Day | Los Angeles, California

The sun shines so bright this morning. I sit up in bed, looking at Michael's side, however . . he isn't there. But I'm not shocked as there have been many mornings like this. I have hope that he got some amount of sleep, but I feel as though that is a very tall order. My white painted toes on the floor now as I hop out of bed. I throw on a white robe, to wear over my baby pink silk gown before I make my way towards the closed bedroom door. I rub my eyes as I walk downstairs, towards the kitchen.

I hear Michael's voice.

On hearing that voice, my walking has much more power in it as I just want to get to him. I enter the kitchen to see Michael sitting on a stool at the island. But he isn't along, accompanied with endless amounts of paper at sit on top of the white stone that is our counter top and yet another voice that I can't hear . . only Michael can. He's on the phone. Michael flashes me a smile and a small wave once he see's me. It makes me mentally giggle.

Michael is so bloody cute.

I begin to make myself my morning coffee as Michael continues to speak on the phone. Coffee machine switched on, mug placed where it needs to be and almond milk at the ready. The lights on the machine blinking as it warms up, preparing itself. A few nosies here and there as the coffee finally spills into the waiting mug. The smell of coffee invading my nostrils immediately. My eyes close from the smell. Hmm, intoxicating . . just like Michael.

But he can never see it. The allure that he holds.

Michael is completely unaware of just how beautiful he is.

"Okay Quincy. Well, I'll see you in the studio soon . . "

Michael hangs up the phone, his eyes look at me. They have a hint of tiredness in them but they still sparkle. I add just a dash of almond milk before I place it back into the fridge. "Did you sleep at all last night, Michael? . . " I can't help but to ask him. My voice soft, but concerned.

"Yeah I did, eventually I feel asleep . . " He tells me quietly.

I take a sip of my freshly brewed coffee but my eyes remain on him. I'm worried. His insomnia is so bad . . and getting worse, I feel. I hate it. I feel terrible that I can't help him, but he tells me it's not a big deal, he always says that to me. He just doesn't want me to worry . . but I do, of course. He see's my face as it screams worry. "I'm fine, Ariana . . ". I walk around to join him on his side of the island. My arm around him, planting a kiss upon his cheek. My eyes land on each piece of paper with the song title 'We Are The World' written on top of each one. The scribble of some words, replaced with similar or an entirely different word. Michael has been working so hard on this song . . he has told me all about it. But today is the day.

I am so proud of him.

How he hopes for it to one day, become an anthem. When I was on tour, Michael and I would speak on the phone for hours on end sometimes. Even running by some lyrics with me. I love it, the song, the lyrics and especially the meaning it is putting out into the world. Just another reason why I love Michael, why I feel in love with him . . totally and completely . . because he is so caring of the world.

"Arthur, could you come into the kitchen please . . "

Michael calls out softly. With Arthur already close by, he hears the question easily. Coming into the kitchen where we are in the blink of an eye. Michael looks at him.

"Arthur, can you please get the car ready? . . " Michael asks softly.

"Of course, Mr Jackson . . "