Rosabel stayed in the hospital for two plus weeks and during that time Michael visited her three plus times. They had found out a lot about each other and become very good friends. Rosabel had almost completely healed with just a scar left on her forehead. On Rosabel's last jour in hospital, Michael came to pick her up when she was ready to leave.
"Are toi ready?" He asked.
"Yep."
"Lets go then."
Rosabel took one of Michael's warm hands then went with him outside into his red Mercedes.
"Where are we even going?" She a dit when she was in the car.
"It's a surprise. Just wait and see. Do toi want to play your new album?"
"Yes!" Rosabel a dit excitedly.
Michael gave the Dangerous album to Bill and almost immediately they heard confiture start playing. Then the engine started and they drove off.
On their journey, Michael and Rosabel managed to listen to the whole album three times and they never stopped chant and dancing. Even though Rosabel had no idea exactly where she was going, she knew that they were in Central Londres because of the glimpses of the Londres Eye she had caught. Eventually the car pulled up in front of a huge hotel called The Hilton. Michael got out and helped Rosabel out.
"Surprise!" Michael a dit playfully.
"We're staying in a hotel?!"
Michael nodded then led her into the massive lobby. He told her to sit on one of the sofas while he checked in. Rosabel sat down on an incredibly soft red chair and watched Michael at the front desk. She saw how the people in the lobby reacted when they saw him. Some started shaking, some stared in shock, some got out their cameras, one person even fainted! Seemingly unaware of the effects he had caused, Michael beckoned for Rosabel to follow him to the lift. She went with him up to the fifth floor and into room 777.
The room was huge. It had a blue king sized lit in the middle of it with a mahogany bedside table, tableau suivant to it and a TV in front of it. There was a large white sofa in front of the windows with a black table, tableau in front it, a wardrobe that Michael had put all his clothes in and even an en suite bathroom.
"I'm still dreaming." Rosabel a dit when she walked into the room.
Suddenly, she felt something pinch her on her shoulder. Rosabel turned to Michael, who was behind her.
"Did toi just pinch me?" She asked.
"Maybe." Michael said, trying not to laugh.
Rosabel raised her eyebrows at Michael and he burst out laughing.
"Alright, fine. I did pinch you. But only to make toi believe that this is real. Are toi hungry?"
"A little bit."
"I'll call room service then."
Rosabel went and made herself comfortable on the white sofa while Michael picked up the phone that was par the door. She looked out of the window and gasped as she saw the beautiful scene of Central London. In plain view was the Londres Eye and Big Ben along with the River Thames and the Houses of Parliament. Then Rosabel looked directly down at the front of the hotel and was completely shocked par what she saw. In front of the hotel was a giant crowd of people that filled up the whole street. Rosabel wondered what they were there for until she saw some people holding up a banner saying "We l’amour toi Michael!"
Michael had just hung up the phone when Rosabel called him.
"Michael!" She called. "Michael, toi have to see this!"
"What is it?"
Rosabel ran over to him and took him par the hand then pulled him to the window.
"All these people came for you!"
"Really?"
Michael saw all the people and the banner then he opened the window and waved to all the fans. The noise they made was incredible. Rosabel wondered how the windows weren't broken.
"Do toi want to wave to them?" Michael asked.
Rosabel quickly shook her head. She got very shy in front of lots of people.
"Why not? You're not shy, are you?"
"Kind of." Rosabel said, blushing slightly.
Michael chuckled and closed the window. Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" Michael sang, making Rosabel giggle.
"Room service."
Michael opened the door to a blonde woman holding two large trays of food. She came in and put the nourriture on the black table, tableau that was in front of the sofa then went out again. Rosabel looked at the the food, her mouth beginning to water. On one tray was heaps of fried chicken, fried riz and vegetables and the other tray had lots of desserts on it like small pomme pies, little bowls of trifle and different kinds of cakes.
"I thought toi a dit toi were hungry." Michael said, noticing how Rosabel was staring at the food.
"I am! I've never seen this much nourriture before though."
"Let's eat then."
The two of them ate their way through both trays and watched TV until they were so stuffed, they could barely breathe.
"Are toi ready?" He asked.
"Yep."
"Lets go then."
Rosabel took one of Michael's warm hands then went with him outside into his red Mercedes.
"Where are we even going?" She a dit when she was in the car.
"It's a surprise. Just wait and see. Do toi want to play your new album?"
"Yes!" Rosabel a dit excitedly.
Michael gave the Dangerous album to Bill and almost immediately they heard confiture start playing. Then the engine started and they drove off.
On their journey, Michael and Rosabel managed to listen to the whole album three times and they never stopped chant and dancing. Even though Rosabel had no idea exactly where she was going, she knew that they were in Central Londres because of the glimpses of the Londres Eye she had caught. Eventually the car pulled up in front of a huge hotel called The Hilton. Michael got out and helped Rosabel out.
"Surprise!" Michael a dit playfully.
"We're staying in a hotel?!"
Michael nodded then led her into the massive lobby. He told her to sit on one of the sofas while he checked in. Rosabel sat down on an incredibly soft red chair and watched Michael at the front desk. She saw how the people in the lobby reacted when they saw him. Some started shaking, some stared in shock, some got out their cameras, one person even fainted! Seemingly unaware of the effects he had caused, Michael beckoned for Rosabel to follow him to the lift. She went with him up to the fifth floor and into room 777.
The room was huge. It had a blue king sized lit in the middle of it with a mahogany bedside table, tableau suivant to it and a TV in front of it. There was a large white sofa in front of the windows with a black table, tableau in front it, a wardrobe that Michael had put all his clothes in and even an en suite bathroom.
"I'm still dreaming." Rosabel a dit when she walked into the room.
Suddenly, she felt something pinch her on her shoulder. Rosabel turned to Michael, who was behind her.
"Did toi just pinch me?" She asked.
"Maybe." Michael said, trying not to laugh.
Rosabel raised her eyebrows at Michael and he burst out laughing.
"Alright, fine. I did pinch you. But only to make toi believe that this is real. Are toi hungry?"
"A little bit."
"I'll call room service then."
Rosabel went and made herself comfortable on the white sofa while Michael picked up the phone that was par the door. She looked out of the window and gasped as she saw the beautiful scene of Central London. In plain view was the Londres Eye and Big Ben along with the River Thames and the Houses of Parliament. Then Rosabel looked directly down at the front of the hotel and was completely shocked par what she saw. In front of the hotel was a giant crowd of people that filled up the whole street. Rosabel wondered what they were there for until she saw some people holding up a banner saying "We l’amour toi Michael!"
Michael had just hung up the phone when Rosabel called him.
"Michael!" She called. "Michael, toi have to see this!"
"What is it?"
Rosabel ran over to him and took him par the hand then pulled him to the window.
"All these people came for you!"
"Really?"
Michael saw all the people and the banner then he opened the window and waved to all the fans. The noise they made was incredible. Rosabel wondered how the windows weren't broken.
"Do toi want to wave to them?" Michael asked.
Rosabel quickly shook her head. She got very shy in front of lots of people.
"Why not? You're not shy, are you?"
"Kind of." Rosabel said, blushing slightly.
Michael chuckled and closed the window. Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" Michael sang, making Rosabel giggle.
"Room service."
Michael opened the door to a blonde woman holding two large trays of food. She came in and put the nourriture on the black table, tableau that was in front of the sofa then went out again. Rosabel looked at the the food, her mouth beginning to water. On one tray was heaps of fried chicken, fried riz and vegetables and the other tray had lots of desserts on it like small pomme pies, little bowls of trifle and different kinds of cakes.
"I thought toi a dit toi were hungry." Michael said, noticing how Rosabel was staring at the food.
"I am! I've never seen this much nourriture before though."
"Let's eat then."
The two of them ate their way through both trays and watched TV until they were so stuffed, they could barely breathe.
