Ashley's POV

I'm Ashley Jones. I'm 23-years old. This is my story on how I met Michael, the one and only Jackson.
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It was Friday and I was at work. I'm a fashion designer, high quality, and I travel, A LOT. Today I was in Paris and tomorrow I'll probably be Italy.

I took my private jet home to California to my high priced condo. I literally got in my footy-pj's and hop in my queen sized water bed. My iPhone rings and it's my bestfriend Haley.

"Hello Ashley?"

"Yeah? What's sup?"

"Oh yeah so remember how my Birthday is this weekend?"

"Yeah?"

"Okay well I'm going to Las Vegas and there's a beach hotel over, it's really pricey though."

"Haley you know nothing is to pricey for me. I'm in. And you know what? We can take my private jet."

"Great! Perfect! Your the best."

"Oh there's going to be a club and a karaoke bar, the bar cost A LOT too so you better be stacked, were going to have so much fun."

"I honestly can't wait!"

"Okay so my birthday is on Saturday so we can leave tomorrow. Is that cool?"

"Yeah but can we leave at like 5:30, cause I work tomorrow. Just meet me at my house."

"Okay cool! See ya tomorrow! Bye love ya."

We both hang up. Were both a little spoiled when it comes to money but I learned how to pertain myself. I really can wait to go to Las Vegas! This weekend is gonna be great.

To be continued. . .