Michael's POV- One Month Later

So, Lisa moved out.  She said she needed space.  I haven't heard from Sky in a month.  She won't reply to my texts.  I have a concert I have to do.  This never happens, but I'm not up for the concert right now.  My mindset is not ready to do anything, but lay around all day and mope.  There are crazy stories all over the internet and tabloids about what happened that day over on FGRG street.  The walls surrounding my ranch are being spray painted with the letters FGRG, so now I'm scared for my life.  Also, the tabloids found out about Lisa leaving.  Now, there are even more rumors.

The concert is tonight.  I want to get there early.

6:30 pm

The place is crowded.  Seems like I sold out again.  Hooray....

"Come on, Michael!"

I turn to my manager and say, "Go get my special water."

He nods.  I drank ricola candy dissolved in hot water before I go on stage.  It sounds weird, but I like it.  He brings me my water.  I drink it, then I huddle with everyone to say a prayer.

Two Hours Later

"For my last song, I will be singing one of my favorites.  This goes out, to a very special lady in my life...who is now gone."

I didn't rehearse this song, so my crew is confused.  I clear my throat, and begin.

"She's Out Of My Life," the band starts playing now,
"She's Out Of My Life
And I Don't Know Whether To Laugh Or Cry
I Don't Know Whether To Live Or Die
And It Cuts Like A Knife
She's Out Of My Life"

"It's Out Of My Hands
It's Out Of My Hands
To Think For Two Years She Was Here
And I Took Her For Granted I Was So Cavalier
Now The Way That It Stands
She's Out Of My Hands"

"So I've Learned That Love's Not Possession
And I've Learned That Love Won't Wait
Now I've Learned That Love Needs Expression
But I Learned Too Late"

"She's Out Of My Life
She's Out Of My Life
Damned Indecision And Cursed Pride
Kept My Love For Her Locked Deep Inside
And It Cuts Like A Knife
She's Out Of My Life....."

I look down and cry softly.  The crowd roars, knowing my pain.  But they think I'm talking about Lisa.  

"Have a good night!"

I walk off stage.  Frank approaches me.

"Michael, that was gold! Now, you need to get ready to see your fans backstage."

"Frank, I'm really tired and-"

"Don't worry, Michael. All you have to do is sign some stuff. Quick and easy."

I nod. "Ok."

I'm escorted to my dressing room. My makeup people do what they need to to my face and leave.  I look in the mirror.  I hate my look.

"Michael....just get through this."

I leave my dressing room and head toward the meeting room.  I hear my body guards giving the instructions.  I stand behind the curtain.  When, I hear the que, I walk through the curtains.  They all start screaming.  I smile.  Already some of the girls are fainting.  I don't like it when they scream.  Gives me a headache.

I sign and take pictures.  Finally, the last person walks up.  

"What would you like me to....," I look up and... it's Sky, "sign."