... Back at the studio...
“...Look Mike, all I’m saying is that you shouldn’t beat yourself up over this, keep the faith man, she’s out there somewhere,”
“Somewhere could be miles away...”
“OR... it could be in this very building. You just never know.”
Michael sighed in agreement and told Matt he was ready to record again. Just then, a knock on the door interrupted Matt from responding to Michael. It was Brooke. Knowing Matt was in the room, she had come prepared with a hot cup of coffee for him. Michael got frustrated waiting for Matt to hurry up. He and Chris stood up to see what was keeping Matt... Suddenly, Michael’s jaw dropped at the sight of this girl he’d never seen working here before. Chris couldn’t help but comment on her, forgetting they were being recorded...
“Oh man! Ugh look at that girl right there. Goodness gracious ooh! That girl’s fine man, look at thi... oh she just too fine, she knows she fine too,”
“She is banging,”
“Ooh she’s off the hook!”
“She looks good, you’re right,”
“Hey I bet you can’t nobody get that girl,” Chris said, challenging Michael.
“Chris, I can get her,”
“You can’t get that girl Mike; I can guarantee you can’t get that girl,”
“Watch me get that girl,” Michael said now determined.
“I bet you Never-Neverland you can’t,”
“I can get her,”
“Alright shamone then... SHAMONE!”
“Watch...”
As Brooke was handing Matt the cup of coffee, she felt someone gently tap her shoulder. She turned around to see who it was. When Brooke saw it was Michael Jackson, she froze in amazement. Eventually, she was able to force herself to move, she took a step back, only to trip over the edge of the carpet, falling to the floor and spilling the coffee all over Matt. Brooke hid her face in embarrassment. Matt ran out of the room to clean his shirt, with Chris following to help him. It was just Brooke and Michael left. He looked over her and quietly laughed at what had just happened. When he asked her if she was okay, Brooke just sat there, thinking, “This can’t be happening.”
“Here, let me help you up,” Michael said, putting out his hand for Brooke to pull herself up with.
“I... umm, I... uh, thank you,”
Michael chuckled, “You’re welcome. Say, what’s your name girl? I haven’t seen you around here before,”
“Umm... it’s, uh... BROOKE! ... (that’s it),”
“That’s a beautiful name. Almost as beautiful as you,” Michael said as he pushed Brooke’s hair behind her ear. She felt her heart race as he stepped closer, “So what’s a girl like you working in a place like this? You should be out exploring the world,”
“My uh, dad owns the business,”
“Really? Well I guess it’s lucky he does. Otherwise I might never have met you,” Michael grabbed hold of her arms and pulled her in closer.
“Michael, I...”
Part 3 coming up soon.
“...Look Mike, all I’m saying is that you shouldn’t beat yourself up over this, keep the faith man, she’s out there somewhere,”
“Somewhere could be miles away...”
“OR... it could be in this very building. You just never know.”
Michael sighed in agreement and told Matt he was ready to record again. Just then, a knock on the door interrupted Matt from responding to Michael. It was Brooke. Knowing Matt was in the room, she had come prepared with a hot cup of coffee for him. Michael got frustrated waiting for Matt to hurry up. He and Chris stood up to see what was keeping Matt... Suddenly, Michael’s jaw dropped at the sight of this girl he’d never seen working here before. Chris couldn’t help but comment on her, forgetting they were being recorded...
“Oh man! Ugh look at that girl right there. Goodness gracious ooh! That girl’s fine man, look at thi... oh she just too fine, she knows she fine too,”
“She is banging,”
“Ooh she’s off the hook!”
“She looks good, you’re right,”
“Hey I bet you can’t nobody get that girl,” Chris said, challenging Michael.
“Chris, I can get her,”
“You can’t get that girl Mike; I can guarantee you can’t get that girl,”
“Watch me get that girl,” Michael said now determined.
“I bet you Never-Neverland you can’t,”
“I can get her,”
“Alright shamone then... SHAMONE!”
“Watch...”
As Brooke was handing Matt the cup of coffee, she felt someone gently tap her shoulder. She turned around to see who it was. When Brooke saw it was Michael Jackson, she froze in amazement. Eventually, she was able to force herself to move, she took a step back, only to trip over the edge of the carpet, falling to the floor and spilling the coffee all over Matt. Brooke hid her face in embarrassment. Matt ran out of the room to clean his shirt, with Chris following to help him. It was just Brooke and Michael left. He looked over her and quietly laughed at what had just happened. When he asked her if she was okay, Brooke just sat there, thinking, “This can’t be happening.”
“Here, let me help you up,” Michael said, putting out his hand for Brooke to pull herself up with.
“I... umm, I... uh, thank you,”
Michael chuckled, “You’re welcome. Say, what’s your name girl? I haven’t seen you around here before,”
“Umm... it’s, uh... BROOKE! ... (that’s it),”
“That’s a beautiful name. Almost as beautiful as you,” Michael said as he pushed Brooke’s hair behind her ear. She felt her heart race as he stepped closer, “So what’s a girl like you working in a place like this? You should be out exploring the world,”
“My uh, dad owns the business,”
“Really? Well I guess it’s lucky he does. Otherwise I might never have met you,” Michael grabbed hold of her arms and pulled her in closer.
“Michael, I...”
Part 3 coming up soon.
