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I gasp. On tour? With THE Michael Jackson?? Hell to the Yes!!
“Mr. Jackson,” I thought for a moment. “I would love to be a part of the tour.”
A huge smile answered me. “Great!” He said enthusiastically. “Could I have your number so I could fill you in on the details later?”
“Sure.” I wrote my cell phone number down and handed it to him over the desk. My cleavage was partially showing as I handed the piece of paper to him. I saw his eyes linger for a moment and then look away. His cheeks reddened.
“Thank you,” he said as he got up.
“No, thank you Mr. Jackson.” I got up and put my arm out for a handshake. Instead he grabbed my arm and pulled me into a hug. He wrapped his arms right above my butt.
“You’d better get used to this Carla, and please call me Michael,” he whimpered in my ear.
He let go and walked out of my office without a second glance, leaving me standing there in a daze.
“Get used to what?” I thought. Who cares? I’m going on tour with Michael Jackson!!
So that’s how I got the job. No audition, no weird papers to fill out, just Michael asking me personally if I wanted to go. But don’t worry, the story isn’t close to being over. It’s just getting started.
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