Unsung: A Fairy Tale ¤ 《Johnson》《Jackson》《DeBarge》

~T H E D R E A D F U L W E D D I N G~

|Myrah Carol-Anne Johnson|
  

|Sunday|
|July 21, 1974|

Hazel: RAH-RAH!

I don't know why I even try to have pace to myself anymore. I'm sitting at the table minding my own damn business, reading an article about Bobby and I. I had seen the magazine in a grocery store and had got interested. Today had been stressful.

All I wanted to do was come home and chill out. Jermaines wedding is in 4 days. I had just got a chance to sit down. I opened the magazine. I had only been in the house for 15 minutes. And I had only gotten 2 chapters in, before I hear what sounds like a rat, yelling my name. And to be honest, that's not even my name. I is a nickname that Jermaine gave me, but I don't want her to call me that. Simple as that.

Myrah: Yes, Hazel?

I said with a eyeroll and a sigh. I really don't feel like dealing with this horrifying creature.

Hazel: I think that instead of an apology, I want you to do me a favor.

Myrah: The fuck would I be apologizing to you for, anyways?

Hazel: Girl...you need to watch your mouth cause I haven't did anything wrong to you.

Myrah: You're bothering right now. Tell me what the hell you want so I can take my ass to sleep.

Hazel: I have all of my bridesmaids already. I just need a maid of honor.

Myrah: No. Just no. Thank you for your time. If anybody asks for me tell them I'm sleeping.

I turned around and walked away from her with my magazine in my hand. When I hot up to Mike's room I seen him on his bed, drawing. He looked so peaceful. He was so adorable.

I went and laid down on his chest as he kept sketching.

Myrah: Whatchu drawing?

Michael: Something beautiful.

Myrah: Which is.....?

Michael: I'm drawing you.

Myrah: Awe. Cute.

Michael: You know, I never thought that something like this would happen to me.

Myrah: What?

Michael: That you would want me back. I thouht that you would know.

Myrah: Know what? That you liked me?

Michael: Yeah. You may not remember that day but I remeber it all so vividly.

He looked down at me as he sat his sketchbook down on the dresser next to his bed.

Michael: The day that we met on the Ed Sullivan show, we did an interview.

|December 14, 1969|
|The Ed Sullivan Show|

Everyone:

Oh Lord, think (think)
Let your mind go, let yourself be free
People walking around everyday
Playing games, taking scores
Trying to make other people lose their minds