After I was done getting my douche I slightly opened the bathroom door and peeked out looking to see if Michael left because I was afraid he would try something funny again. When I saw the coast was clear I very quietly walked out and started to chercher for the closet. "Okay the closet would be where?" I tried door after door but no luck. "Good God how many door do we have?!?!" Finally I found the door and walked in (walk in closet) and there was a sight I have never seen! Two HUGE rooms totally dedicated to clothes! One for me and one for Michael. I could not believe how many clothes I had! I kept on looking but I knew I had to get ready soon. So I picked out a white t chemise a pair of acid jeans with a slouch ceinture and a cute pair leather boots. Then I did my hair and makeup and I was ready. I walked out of our room and kept looking at the beautiful house. It was absoutly stunning but there was always boxes sitting around. Anyway I soon found the cuisine where Michael was sitting at the cuisine table, tableau lire the newspaper. Finally I found something that I knew was right, coffee! I ran over to the coffee maker "Oh hello old friend!" If Michael wouldn't have been sitting there I think I would have kissed it! I found a cup sitting on the counter and poured myself a great big cup and sniffed it. Michael looked up at me "You look very sexy today!" "Oh thank you." I looked at him and saw he had on a pair of jeans with a yellow henley with a blue green sweater wraped around his waist with his cute penny lofers. "You look so adorable!" "Thanks 'court', say when did toi start drinking coffee?" Okay really! I am positively sure I wrote that in my story but somebody couldn't have fit that in?!?! I really did not know what to say ou think! "Oh well...I read about it in a article about how coffe is good for you." "Really because your exact words were 'you would much rather be dead than drink coffee'!" "Oh Michael toi take everything so serious!" I took another sip of my coffee and thought i'd do a little investigating to see what part of my story actually came true. I thought I would play the sexy card to find out. I walked over to him and sat on his lap "Mikey tell me how long have we been married?" I ran my fingers through his beautiful black hair. His hair felt just like I amaigned soft, silky, and smooth to the touch. Michael looked at me and smirked "Now why are toi asking me that toi know how long we have been married?" "I know but I want toi to tell me." "We've been married four years this September." So that means we were married in '79 okay that seems right but I wanted to know more. "Are toi happy with me?" I question. "Now toi know that answer to that!" Michael went to Kiss me and this time I wasn't going to stop him, but suddenly he a dit "Oh I forgot your getting that cold sore." Why did I ever say that?!?! "Anyway Courtney the limo should be here." "Oh okay, so will I see toi tonight?" I asked. "Well I was thinking of coming to your taping tonight." "Really toi are!" "Yea why not I haven't been to one in a while." "Oh i'm so happy!" "I'm glad now toi going to be late." "Okay." I got off his lap and went towards the door I came from a little eariler. "I l’amour toi Courtney." I literally stoped in my tracks replying in my mind what he just a dit to me. I couldn't believe it came true, Michael Jackson saying I l’amour toi to ME! I managed to wisper "I l’amour toi to." Then I quickly ran out of the kitchen, trying to find the front door.

After I found the door I walked out and saw a huge rolls royce limo waiting for me! Let me just tell toi it was going to be nice to go somwhere in a limo instead of a stupid old bike that I have! Anyway when I got there the driver opened the door for me with him politely saying "Good morning Mrs. Jackson." Let me be the first to say I could get used to being called that name. "Oh good morning to toi too-?" I felt rude not knowing his name but he polietly smiled and a dit "Its Jason Mrs. Jackson." "Sorry Jason I just don't know where my head is this morning." "No problem Mrs. Jackson. Well we better hurry if toi want to be at the studio on time." I got in and we were on are way. I kept thinking about how Michael a dit he loved me before I left, and how wonderful it is how he is coming to watch the show. Oh God the show! I'm going to be taping in a few hours with a story plot I don't even know! What am I going to do?!?! I was interupted in my thoughts with Jason saying "Were here Mrs. Jackson." I wispered under my breath "Oh great!" "What was that Mrs. Jackson?" "Oh nothing, nothing at all. Thanks Jason for driving me." "My plesasure." I walked towards the building door that a dit studio 5. I walked in slowly not knowing what i'd expect. When I did I saw this big set with people all around it talking and holding papers and fixing lighting. I just walked up to the set because I didn't know where else to go. When I did Susan Harrris the creator of "Golden Girls" came up to me. "Hello Courtney! toi look very lovely today!" "Oh thank toi Miss Harris." She snaped her head back at me like I just fell off the turnup truck. She laughed a little at me while asking "When did toi start calling me 'Miss Harris'?" "Well I-I....I don't know." "So anyway I need toi to get into your dressing room and get your clothes on for the first scene so we can go over it, alright." "Okay." I started to walk but I abruptly stoped and a dit to myself "Wait, toi don't know where your dressing room is?! God toi know I could get tired of this real quick!" Finally I started to do the only thing I knew how to do.....wonder. Finally after an eternity I did find it. For a dressing room I must confess that it was fabulous! Really dazzling, anyway I found my costume for the first scene hanging up right in front of my little closet. "Finally something was easy to find!" I started to undo my jeans but I got this chilly presence that I wasn't alone, I wasn't.

I turned around and their she was Madam Dooriya sitting on my vanity with her legs crossed just smiling away. "Well my dear are toi enjoying your stories?" "Come to think of it, toi a dit my stories would come true and so far very little of my story has and parts I have never even written?!?!" She laughed at me, where she very smoothly got off the table, tableau and walked towards me which made me step back a few steps. "My dear, your right I did tell toi your stories would come true but what I left out is things toi would never expect is layed out for you." "What does that mean?" "It means my dear that if toi would only be going through this life reliving everything toi have wrote that would just be boring now wouldn't it! So i'm telling different things will be coming up on the horizon." "That's just great now isn't it! Just another thing to add on to my plate, since today I have to go out there in front of a full audience and do a montrer that I have no idea what my motivation is!!!!!" par this time I must admit I was become hysterical. Madam Dooriya calmly took me par the shoulders and a dit "My dear if toi do not calm down I will have to slap toi which I do not want to do. Now about the montrer don't worry about it, when toi get that script in your hand everything will seem natural to you. Do toi believe me?" "Not at all." "Just like toi didn't believe me when I told your stories would come true." "They didn't!" "Oh yes they did, because your here! Right now with him, being his wife, being his lover and truly that is what toi wanted isn't it?" I didn't reply to her I just stood there in her grip. She looked at me deep in the eyes and a dit in a wisper "Then everything else can be delt with." The suivant thing I knew she was gone, and I was left alone in my dressing room like before. My ears kept repeating the same thing over and over "Everything else can be delt with." Which she was right as long as I was here with Michael than I can tackle anything that comes my way! The only thing I have left to say is, Bring It On!

Sorry for being so late, stupid writers block!
Part 6 coming soon :) Hope toi all like this story so far.