Disclaimer :0): These peeps aint mine except Lucie and Isobel okay?
He couldn't believe it; he pulled back from her and looked into her eyes. She smiled at him happily, 'I missed you so much.' He whispered. He pulled her close again, 'I meant it you know?' he said. 'You meant what?' she asked suddenly a little confused. 'I meant that I wanted to fight for you one more time. I was stupid to have given up in the first place.'
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'Lucie?' Michael called as he knocked on the door to his manager's suite, they were due to leave Monaco in three hours and she had been packing frenziedly since shortly after lunch. The door flew open. 'Come in Michael. What is it?' she asked motioning for him to enter into the room. 'It's about the flight to New York.' He replied. She looked up at him. 'I told you, we leave at five, you're in first class as normal, and actually you'll be the only person on the plane besides me and the backing group.' 'That's not what I meant.' Said Michael firmly. 'What is it then' Lucie asked suddenly concerned. 'For the first time in my career I'm taking a holiday.' Michael replied. 'Michael you can't! What about House of Cards? The Back in the USA Concert?' she asked. 'They're all being delayed.' Said Michael resignedly. 'I want a month off, time to be myself, see my family and friends okay?' he smiled at her reassuringly. 'Please Lucie - I need this time off.' She rolled her eyes at him 'Okay but you'll have to make the statement to the press.' She replied. He nodded, as a smile swept across his face. 'Can you arrange it now?' he asked. 'I'll try. But don't count on it.' She replied 'Now leave!' she ordered 'Some of us have to be in New York even if you haven't!'
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Michael turned to the camera and spoke, "I have decided to remain in Europe for a month longer, however I am not touring. After working tirelessly for three years the stress has taken it's toll and I need a rest. When I return to the States I'll be much fresher and will have more songs. All concerts I was due to give on my arrival back in America will be delayed until my return, please do not call the company for refunds as your tickets will be valid for the concerts. I am sorry for all of my fans however this is a much needed rest and I hope to be able to be back soon, better than I have ever been before." A brunette reporter raised her hand and asked 'Is there any truth behind the rumours about you and the Genovian Princess Amelia?' Michael had prepared for this. 'If I knew what the rumours were I'd tell you, however as her highness and I have only met on three occasions during my visit there may be more rumour than truth out there.'
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Four days later he walked along the beach with Mia by his side. 'What happened to Lars?' he asked Mia smiled at him 'You miss him?' she asked. Michael nodded - 'so where is he?' 'He's back in Genovia - last time we brought him to Monaco he kept knocking Isobel's body guard out, they didn't get along.' She replied with a mischievous smile on her face. 'Are you being serious? He asked. Mia shook her head 'He's having a well earned rest from me - but Pascal,' she nodded to the bodyguard who followed them 'is Lars's eldest son.' Michael laughed 'Like father like son?' 'They're certainly keeping the business in the family - there are two more of Lars's sons working for my dad.' Said Mia.
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They sat side by side as the sun set. Michael gathered Mia into his arms and kissed her gently. 'I want to show you something.' Mia muttered as she stood up and took his hand to lead him. He stood and followed her through the ornate gardens. Near a fountain of leaping mermaids she whispered to him 'Close your eyes.' He laughed nervously but obeyed her; she took both of his hands and guided him along a path. Finally she whispered for him to open his eyes. She sat in front of him, he looked around, lay out in front of him was a picnic blanket set with plates and a waiting meal. Candles surrounded them, glowing softly dancing a little in the light breeze that played around the secluded garden. He sat opposite her and smiled. They ate; laughing lightly at jokes they told or remembered events from their school days. After they had finished and silence had reigned for a few moments Michael began to hum a tune, making up the notes as he went along. 'That's beautiful.' Mia told him. 'What is it?' 'It's a bonus track for House of Cards.' He whispered, he began to hum again, 'What's it called?' Mia asked curiously. Michael smiled at her, 'Forever This Way.' He replied as he drew her into a kiss.
He couldn't believe it; he pulled back from her and looked into her eyes. She smiled at him happily, 'I missed you so much.' He whispered. He pulled her close again, 'I meant it you know?' he said. 'You meant what?' she asked suddenly a little confused. 'I meant that I wanted to fight for you one more time. I was stupid to have given up in the first place.'
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'Lucie?' Michael called as he knocked on the door to his manager's suite, they were due to leave Monaco in three hours and she had been packing frenziedly since shortly after lunch. The door flew open. 'Come in Michael. What is it?' she asked motioning for him to enter into the room. 'It's about the flight to New York.' He replied. She looked up at him. 'I told you, we leave at five, you're in first class as normal, and actually you'll be the only person on the plane besides me and the backing group.' 'That's not what I meant.' Said Michael firmly. 'What is it then' Lucie asked suddenly concerned. 'For the first time in my career I'm taking a holiday.' Michael replied. 'Michael you can't! What about House of Cards? The Back in the USA Concert?' she asked. 'They're all being delayed.' Said Michael resignedly. 'I want a month off, time to be myself, see my family and friends okay?' he smiled at her reassuringly. 'Please Lucie - I need this time off.' She rolled her eyes at him 'Okay but you'll have to make the statement to the press.' She replied. He nodded, as a smile swept across his face. 'Can you arrange it now?' he asked. 'I'll try. But don't count on it.' She replied 'Now leave!' she ordered 'Some of us have to be in New York even if you haven't!'
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Michael turned to the camera and spoke, "I have decided to remain in Europe for a month longer, however I am not touring. After working tirelessly for three years the stress has taken it's toll and I need a rest. When I return to the States I'll be much fresher and will have more songs. All concerts I was due to give on my arrival back in America will be delayed until my return, please do not call the company for refunds as your tickets will be valid for the concerts. I am sorry for all of my fans however this is a much needed rest and I hope to be able to be back soon, better than I have ever been before." A brunette reporter raised her hand and asked 'Is there any truth behind the rumours about you and the Genovian Princess Amelia?' Michael had prepared for this. 'If I knew what the rumours were I'd tell you, however as her highness and I have only met on three occasions during my visit there may be more rumour than truth out there.'
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Four days later he walked along the beach with Mia by his side. 'What happened to Lars?' he asked Mia smiled at him 'You miss him?' she asked. Michael nodded - 'so where is he?' 'He's back in Genovia - last time we brought him to Monaco he kept knocking Isobel's body guard out, they didn't get along.' She replied with a mischievous smile on her face. 'Are you being serious? He asked. Mia shook her head 'He's having a well earned rest from me - but Pascal,' she nodded to the bodyguard who followed them 'is Lars's eldest son.' Michael laughed 'Like father like son?' 'They're certainly keeping the business in the family - there are two more of Lars's sons working for my dad.' Said Mia.
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They sat side by side as the sun set. Michael gathered Mia into his arms and kissed her gently. 'I want to show you something.' Mia muttered as she stood up and took his hand to lead him. He stood and followed her through the ornate gardens. Near a fountain of leaping mermaids she whispered to him 'Close your eyes.' He laughed nervously but obeyed her; she took both of his hands and guided him along a path. Finally she whispered for him to open his eyes. She sat in front of him, he looked around, lay out in front of him was a picnic blanket set with plates and a waiting meal. Candles surrounded them, glowing softly dancing a little in the light breeze that played around the secluded garden. He sat opposite her and smiled. They ate; laughing lightly at jokes they told or remembered events from their school days. After they had finished and silence had reigned for a few moments Michael began to hum a tune, making up the notes as he went along. 'That's beautiful.' Mia told him. 'What is it?' 'It's a bonus track for House of Cards.' He whispered, he began to hum again, 'What's it called?' Mia asked curiously. Michael smiled at her, 'Forever This Way.' He replied as he drew her into a kiss.