I Love You More | MJJ ✔️

{Chapter 9}

The next day. Only two days to go. We're rehearsing as usual but this time, together with Michael. Although I'm a girl, they add me to the guys dancer group. Well, actually, I told them that I can't dance in heels. How girly I am..... During break, we, dancers, talk to each other a lot more than yesterday and become closer. I'm so surprised at the fact that they accept me even though I'm added to this group as a "special" member.

In the evening, we move to the stadium, where the concert will be held, and rehearse. Michael isn't there but people say that he's backstage or something. I don't know. I just know that I'm over-excited and happy right now.

"Guys! Today, you all did a really good job. Very well done!"

We hear Michael's voice but we don't know where he is.

"God bless you all. I love you!"

He walks out from the back and surprises us.

"Hahaha, you may all go back and take full rest now. Thank you!"

All of us thank him back and walk down the stage. After changing clothes and preparing to go back, I notice that I'm left alone in the room. Damn. Am I that slow or are they so fast? UGH.

As I walk out of the room, I hear Michael singing Billie Jean on the stage. I really want to peak him but I don't know if I'm allowed to or not so I just decide to leave.

"Hey."

I hear somebody calling me.

"Yes?"

It's Charles from the production team.

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Oh, sure."

"Look..... I'm so sorry."

"For?"

"We removed you from the top ten..."

"Oh."

"Mike told me that you've already known why we did that."

"I do."

"And we owe you an apology. Please accept my apologies for doing it."

"I forgive you. It's been a long time, anyway. And I'm here. No worries. We're all good."

"Thank you, Laura."

"You're welcome. Please don't keep that in mind anymore. I'm fine."

"Okay, then. Have a good night, I'm going."

"Good night to you, too."

As he walks away, I'm feeling something weird. I was kind of insulted and now, they're sincerely apologizing me. I'm doing something what I thought I would've never got to do. My idol noticed me and said that I'm like a friend to him. What's going on? I'm at the best time of my life. That's what I know.

"Hey!"

Heck, what more?

"Huh?"

I sound a little bit annoyed honestly.

"Oh...bad time?"

It's Michael.

"Michael! No no no, I'm very fine."

"You don't sound like you used to."

"I'm just a bit confused. Anyway, have you done rehearsing?"

"Nah, I just saw you and came to you."

"Oh, please don't mind me. Go on with your work."

"It's okay. Why have you not left?"

Should I tell him..?

"Ahh..."

"See? There's something wrong with you."

"No, I'm actually good."

"Don't you lie to me."

He gives me his suspicious look.

"Okay... Charles just came and apologized me for what happened at the audition."

"Great! They should!"

"But..."

"Why?"

He comes closer.

"Michael...do I even deserve this?"

"Deserve what?"

"This. The opportunity to dance on stage. The notice from you. The apology. Everything. I mean, I'm just a normal person and a big fan of yours and all these things are happening to me but not to the others. I don't deserve them."

"Laura."

His voice suddenly goes deep.

"Listen to me. Things happen for a reason...or reasons."

"But what reason? I don't see THE reason."

"Then, you're lucky. God loves you."

"Lord Buddha, I guess..?"

"Oh, are you Buddhist?"

"Yeah."

"Then, Lord Buddha looks after you very well."

I'm speechless because I just don't understand. I lower my head and look away from him.

"Ugh, this's awkward."

He's feeling really weird.

"In order not to make you feel weird, I'll just leave and swim in my own thoughts. See you tomorrow, Michael."

"Don't think too much. You deserve this, okay?"

I almost cry.

"Michael, I'm sorry but can I hug you? Don't get me wrong, just a Thank you hug."

He gladly opens his arms and smiles. I just lean in and wrap my arms around him. Lord, he's so smol. no im just fat.

"Thank you for everything, Michael."

"I love you."

He pats on my back.

"I'll go now. Sorry for wasting your time. See you tomorrow and..."

He's looking at me curiously.

"...I love you more."

He shakes his head.

"No, I love YOU more."

"No, me!"

"Nope."

We chuckle.

"Good night, Michael. I love you."

"I love you, too."

We wave at each other and I finally leave the stadium.