Michael now
1978
Michael's P.O.V.
Things been going well, but I feel like I'm missing something. I haven't seen Jaycee since she moved to New York with her family back in '74. The only thing I have left of her is a oro chain collana she gave me after one of my concerts. To tell the truth, I really do miss her and if I had the chance to, I would tell her that I Amore her. My thoughts were interrupted when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Diana; as in Diana Ross. That's right, we were still shooting the Wiz.
" Mike, time to shoot again. te okay?" She asked with a smooth, calm voice that was killing me softly. I managed to pull a crooked smile for replying, " Yeah, just thinking." Though, I knew deep in my cuore that I wasn't.
Nipsey and Ted were waiting so we could finish doing the scene were all of us strolled down the yellow brick road Canto " Ease On Down The Road". Ironically, the song described my life.
Other people could tell I was obviously out of it because Quincy came up behind me asking in my ear huskily, " Smelly, te alright? te seem unfocused." I was. I couldn't stop thinking about Jaycee now....
(Flashback 1973)
Michael's P.O.V.
I clutched the oro collana Jaycee gave me in my hand. My brothers and I were just finished one of our concerts and my feet were absolutely killing me. My head was laying on Jaycee's sturdy shoulder while she rubbed my aching arm I held the microphone with.
We were sitting alone in the hotel room just talking like normal teenagers would. I always felt like I could talk to Jaycee without being embarrassed because she felt my pain.
When I made a sposta to hold her hands, her eyes nearly popped out of her head. " te know, te always look so pretty every time I see you." I tease playfully. Her cheeks went red. " Even when te blush." I add. She starts to become tense and her hands start to shake.
I began to lean in, and just when we were about to kiss, my brothers came busting in. ( end of flashback)
I'm glad I was dato another chance to baciare her again one anno later but that first time would've been special. When she was here, I was absolutely sure that I loved her but now that she's gone I'm not really sure that I expressed it enough. I wonder how's she's doing...
She's out of my life
She's out of my life
And I don't know whether to laugh o cry
I don't know whether to live o 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 Amore won't wait
Now I've learned that Amore 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 Amore for her locked deep inside
And it cuts like a knife
She's out of my life
She's out of my life
And I don't know whether to laugh o cry
I don't know whether to live o 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 Amore won't wait
Now I've learned that Amore 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 Amore for her locked deep inside
And it cuts like a knife
She's out of my life
