let me love you ~ michael jackson & ariana grande

cancelling the leg

                        December 9th, 1984

Ariana

"I cant believe this is real." I tell Quincy as I admire the first ever hard copy of my debut album.

"Well, it is kid."

I stare at My Everything in my hands and the sensation has finally set in. I'm actually going to be releasing my first ever album soon.

"I'm so nervous though. What if the public hates it?"

"How could they hate it? This is one of the best album's I've ever produced."

"You really mean that?" I look up at the man who helped my dreams become a reality.

"I really mean it." He sincerely looks back down at me.

I thank him once again and pop the cd case open, gliding my fingers across the cover.

The phone then rings abruptly and my first instinct is to answer it but Quincy beat me to it.

I close the cd case and glance at my producer.

"You're kidding." He says in disbelief.

"I thought you guys were fine."

My eyebrows inch lower as I wonder who he's talking to.

"Ariana's here." A couple seconds pass and it sounds like the mystery person on the other end of the phone isn't too happy. "Okay. Yea, I'll pick him up. K. Bye."

He hooks the phone back up to the wall.

"Michael announced that tonight was his last tour and last show with the Jackson's on stage without the approval of his brother's."

My jaw drops open in shock. "You mean he just said that on stage and his brother's didn't know?"

"Yep. Now we're gonna go pick him up at Dodger's Stadium."

"Oh, Michael." I mumble to myself as I slip my coat on.

I can't say I'm not excited to finally have Michael back home but I know he won't be in such a good mood.

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Quincy and I hop out of his very expensive car. Being too distracted by the huge stadium in front of me, the crisp air hits my face with no warning.

I exhale a few breaths and even though it doesn't snow in LA, it can get crazy cold at night.

I hear Quincy's footsteps hit the ground roughly so I quickly follow after him. We get to the front doors and it already looks warm and cozy inside but that's probably the coldness in me talking.

He swings the glass doors and the both of us enter. Coincidentally, Michael walks out with  what looks like a man behind him holding his bags while he carries a book in hand.

As sweet and humble as Michael could be, he is a celebrity which means he can be stuck-up sometimes but for the most part, he's a sweetheart.

Michael briefly looks at Quincy before his eyes land on me. A half hearted smile is lazily thrown onto his face and I can see that he isn't happy.

That doesn't stop me from running into his arms though. My arms slunk themselves around his neck while his slide around the middle of my body.

"I missed you." He whispers into my ear, gently kissing it after.

"I missed you too." I intend to peck him but let's be honest, we all know it ended up being more than a peck.