To the Moon & Back

Michelle sat in a closet, which her friend called the dressing room, and nervously bit her lip, looking at the dusty mirror hanging crookedly on the wall. Her friends brought her here, persuading her to perform the song on stage, because they thought Michelle’s voice was simply angelic. It really was like that. Owens sang excellently because she took vocal lessons since childhood. And already at the age of twelve she began writing songs. — Michelle, you’re leaving in three minutes, — Luke looked into the closet, nervously straightening his shirt collar. The girl rose from the pouffe and pulled down her light skirt, straightening her clothes. She was afraid to sing in front of strangers, because previously she had only done it in front of friends and in front of the mirror at home. The bar where Michelle was scheduled to perform was quite spacious. There was a calm atmosphere there, because people came here to relax and enjoy live music, because creative youth often performed there. And Michelle was no exception now. Thin fingers clasped the microphone, adjusting it to a more comfortable position, when a pleasant melody began to sound, forcing the people sitting in the hall to turn towards the stage. Michelle felt eyes on her, which made her even more nervous. But as soon as she closed her eyes and exhaled, all the nervousness subsided. Opening her eyelids, the girl met the gaze of familiar blue eyes. Her heart skipped a beat and began beating many times faster. It was he. This was her father's best friend. Jason Newsted. Michelle had been in love with him for a long time. His blue eyes were mesmerizing, and his charming smile made her feel embarrassed and blush from the surging feelings. He was twenty years older than her. The song Michelle was singing now was dedicated to him. Jason never left her thoughts and heart. And this led to the writing of a song in which Michelle literally confessed her love to him. They are not a match for each other. A young girl and her father's best friend. And Michelle knew this, but she never took it to heart. Because she loved Jason.

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Strong male hands pressed the fragile girl’s figure to the brick wall. The sounds of a passionate kiss could be heard in the deep silence as Jason's lips crushed Michelle's. Her slender fingers combed through Newsted's hair, squeezing while his palms squeezed the girl's slender waist. — Michelle... my little girl... — the man whispered. — I love you so much, my princess... — And I love you, honey, — Michelle answered with a smile, pressing herself against the hard male torso. — Your father will kill me if he finds out that I love you, — Jason said sadly, but did not send the girl out of his arms. — Forget about him, — Michelle whispered, stroking the man’s back with her palm. — I promise you, you will finish your studies, and we will go somewhere together. Just you and me, — Jason left a gentle kiss on her cheek, and then took a ring from his pocket. — But only if you want it. Would you like to share your life and my last name with me, Michelle? — Of course yes, honey, — Michelle whispered, covering his lips with hers in a gentle kiss.