Mouse and Applehead - Part 8a
Sorry about no Party Post last night. Will be making up for it with the next part of Mouse and Applehead and The Conspiracy Next Door. Also, will be posting a SUNDAY Party Post to coenside with the Oscars tonight.
So here's the first half of Part 8 of Mouse and Applehead in which Annie has a part in her first High School Play, a crush, and Michael and Annie have a small tiff that makes Diana ponder their friendship. Plus, a dedication to one of my oldest fandoms - Peanuts.
Title: Mouse and Applehead
Author: shinigami518
Rating: PG-13 (but will go into the R territory at times)
Warnings: Swearing, the occasional violence, future talks of attempted rape, abuse, and some racism
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story except for Annie, her family, and her friends. All music used is owned by their respective owners, writers, and singers. I also, unfortunately, do not own Michael. If i did, he would still be around, playing with his children and making all of his fans happy.
Summary: Late 1979, Michael, after the release of Off the Wall, is longing for a friend. He walks alone at dusk in hopes to find one. He discovers one in the form of a little girl named Annie. This would lead to a long lasting friendship that spans three decades, featuring highs and lows, including: an obsessed older sister, an overprotective father, "Billie Jean", haters, alligations, death, and the pitfalls of being friends with the (currently not as of the time this starts) King of Pop.
Links to past parts (at my journal)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3a
Part 3b
Part 3c
Part 4a
Part 4b
Part 5a
Part 5b
Part 6a
Part 7a
Part 7b
Part 8 - Poor Sweet Baby
January 12, 1985
Hayvenhurst
“I…. HATE…. BOYS!!!” Annie vented angrily as she approached Michael with Diana, Maggie, Tommy, and Paul right behind her. She then stormed right up to the fountain, dropped her backpack unceremoniously next to Michael’s leg, and sat down of the edge of the fountain with a huff.
Michael just stared at Annie for several seconds in silence, unsure of what to say or do in response. He looked up at Diana, who was also looking angry, but it wasn’t as bad as Annie’s anger. Maggie, Tommy, and Paul, on the other hand, looked nervous and worried about their older sisters.
In the span of a year, nothing severe had happened between Michael and the rest of the Williams family. Jack still didn’t fully trust Michael after everything that had happened, but he still allowed his children to continue visiting Michael when he wasn’t working or on tour with his brothers for the Victory Tour. Now that Michael was done touring, he was now working on various projects, but had time in between to hang out with his young friends.
“*Ahem* W-well, I hope that doesn’t include me.” Michael remarked nervously, clearing his throat while still being stunned by Annie’s declaration. Annie shook her head.
“No, no, I meant High School boys. I hate High School boys, especially ones named Peter Riley!” Annie corrected, then restated angrily.
“Peter Riley? Isn’t he the one you mentioned last year that thought he was the next John Travolta? What did he do?” Michael remembered, then asked nervously.
“Aside from being the world’s biggest flirt, he’s also the world’s biggest ham.” Diana answered for Annie, who was still threatening bodily harm to the one named Peter Riley.
“Oh man, what did he do this time?” Michael cringed as he briefly overheard some of Annie’s threats, which were becoming quite vulgar and gruesome. Annie then took a deep breath to calm her anger before replying to Michael’s question.
“Remember in December when I auditioned for the spring semester play at school?” Annie asked Michael.
“Vaguely, I do remember you saying something about it when the Tour ended. What play was it again?” Michael recalled, then asked.
“Snoopy the Musical.” Maggie replied, reading one of the biology books she took out from the library. Her interest in the medical field had been steadily growing over the year ever since Michael’s accident. She had been reading up on various injuries and their treatments in hopes to become more like her mom and be a doctor.
“Well, guess who is going to play Peppermint Patty in it?” Annie asked, finally smiling joyfully.
“You? Annie, that’s great! You got in! But I thought you wanted to be Sally?” Michael congratulated the young teen, then asked curiously.
“The Director thought Patty was better for my vocal range. That’s the good news, though.” Annie explained, then frowned in annoyance.
“Let me guess, Peter is in the play as well?” Michael remarked, also frowning, but in apprehension. Annie nodded grimly.
“Yeah, as Charlie Brown. He’s the lead! And to make matters worse, according to the script, I have to sing a romantic song to him! How can I do that when the guy I’m singing too is a self-centered, cement headed, male chauvinist… jackass!?!” Annie vented angrily, screaming the last word almost at the top of her lungs. Maggie, Tommy, and Paul winced at the volume of their sister’s voice.
“Nice word choice.” Diana nodded in approval.
“Annie, don’t you think you’ve overacting? I mean, I seriously doubt he’s going to be all that bad.” Michael spoke, attempting to calm Annie down.
“I hope he doesn’t, Michael. My senior art and design classes are going to help with the sets and costumes. That includes me, unfortunately.” Diana put in. Michael turned to the oldest girl in surprise.
“You’re involved, too?” Michael asked.
“Like I said, my design class, along with the other design and art classes, is going to help out with the sets, props, and costumes.” Diana reiterated. She then thought about what she said for a second, then sighed in discomfort. “That means more girls for Peter to hit on.” Diana moaned, massaging her forehead.
“I don’t think he’d try to screw up on purpose.” Tommy put in nervously.
“Yeah, maybe we’re all worrying about nothing.” Paul added in agreement.
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February 6th
Hayvenhurst
“I’m going to KILL PETER RILEY!!” Annie exclaimed, throwing her backpack on the ground as she wandered into the backyard. Michael, who was sitting with his back against the tree, sketching in one of his sketchbooks, looked up in alarm. Diana followed her younger sister, dragging her backpack behind her, also looking equally annoyed and angry. To Michael’s surprise, it was only the two of them and Maggie, Tommy, and Paul were not with the sisters this time.
“I doubt that’s a smart thing to do, Mouse.” Michael remarked, placing his pencils and sketchbook aside. Annie shot her friend a nasty glare, silencing him for a moment. Michael sighed, getting to his feet. “Alright, what did he do this time?” Michael asked, rubbing the back of his neck in apprehension. Diana dropping her backpack next to Annie’s made Michael wince, realizing that it wasn’t just another case of Peter being a casual nuisance.
“He hit on several of the set designers AND the girl who was taking measurements for his costume!” Diana answered, growling out the words. Michael let his hand drop and let out an annoyed sigh.
“I can’t believe it! He’s still doing that?! He could get replaced if he isn’t careful.” Michael asked incredulously.
“And you know what that… that… that PIG said about me?! He said I got my part now only because I’m friends with you, Mikey - not my fault one of Diana’s former friends blabbed it to her friends and it spread though the high school like wildfire - he said it was because I’m as plain looking as Peppermint Patty in the comics and cartoons!” Annie vented angrily, her eyes blazing with fury and, to Michael’s fears, depression.
“He actually said that?” Michael gasped out. Diana nodded, frowning and trying to calm down.
“On our way out of the theatre room, too, and right in front of half the stage and set crew.” Diana noted angrily, but not as mad as she was when she arrived.
“It’s not my fault I’m not as beautiful as some of the girls, but he didn’t have to make such a big deal about it!” Annie kicked at the dirt, staring down at her sneakers in anger and in disgust.
“Annie…” Michael began to say, but Diana stepped forward, walking up to her sister.
“Hey, I already told you before, Ann, you are beautiful!” Diana assured the young teen.
“You’re just saying that ‘cause you’re my sister and you’re beautiful. I mean look at me! I wear dorky glasses, I’m plain looking, I’m fat, and my hair sometimes has a mind of its own!” Annie turned to face Diana, pointing at her glasses, her face, her waist, and her hair as she mentioned each in turn.
“You don’t really believe all that, do you?” Michael asked innocently, finally voicing his thoughts. Annie looked back down, shoving her hands into her jean pockets.
“Why not, a whole bunch of kids think so, including Peter that stupid sonova…” Annie’s words faded into mumbles of depressed anger as she remembered what happened just a little while ago.
“Well, - pardon my language, Michael - they’re a bunch of assholes.” Diana stated bluntly.
“She’s right, Mouse. You’re not plain looking at all. Neither do you have dorky glasses and I think you have nice hair. Plus you have really pretty eyes.” Michael agreed, sending a quick look of disapproval at Diana for her word choice in describing the people who had insulted Annie.
“Right, and who said you were fat. You’re not fat at all!” Diana asked. She was correct. Annie wasn’t obese, but she wasn’t entirely thin like Diana was. She had a few extra pounds around her waistline, but that was the full extent of her ‘fat’.
“Kids at school. Liz Martinez and Peter Riley and some other kids…” Annie replied, looking down still.
“Well I’ve seen Liz Martinez and she’s as skinny as a rail, way thinner that Mikey over here.” Diana observed, pointing at Michael as she talked.
“Hey!” Michael exclaimed, insulted.
“But Annie, Liz is a nutcase and everyone knows she smokes all the time outside and inside of school. Trust me; you’re a lot healthier than that crack whore.” Diana went on. Michael just shook his head, disgusted by Diana’s description of the woman called Liz. He sighed before looking at Annie.
“You should just be happy with the way you are, Mouse.” Michael told the younger woman. Annie scoffed softly, but harshly.
“You should talk…” Annie muttered bitterly, looking away from Michael.
“What?” Michael asked, startled by Annie’s tone. Annie looked up at him, glaring coldly at Michael with sad, but angry hazel eyes.
“You… you tell me to be happy with the way I look? You, you should really talk, Michael. Look at you! You talk about being happy with the way I am, but how many times have you talked about how unhappy you are with how you look?” Annie accused frigidly, beginning to walk up to Michael. Michael took a step back, shocked by her harsh words.
“Annie, what in the-?” Diana began to ask. She was very confused, considering the few times the siblings had talked to Michael about his appearance, but the was Annie was talking disturbed her.
“T-that’s different!” Michael protested. Annie barked out a laugh before coming to a stop in front of the young man.
“Ha, ‘different’, you say? You’re telling me the same damn thing I once told you. I told you I like you just the way you are, but you’re changing, Michael. I said I’d stick by your side, but right now I don’t know if I can!” Annie snapped, still retaining her anger and sadness that was etched in her eyes and voice. She shook her head, trying to fight back the sorrow and the tears.
“Do you know how hard it is trying to go to school everyday and listen to all those people not only insulting my appearance, but also saying that you have changing your appearance on purpose? They attack your face, especially. Your nose, your skin, the structure of your face, they just don’t stop. I try to ignore them the best I can sometimes, but I have to know… aside from the vitiligo or whatever it’s called that’s making your skin color change, is there anything going on with you that’s causing so many changes?” Annie asked pleadingly, tears stinging her eyes. Michael stared at her in silence, still wearing a look of shock upon his face. His heart broke, not just from Annie’s breakdown, but from the words Annie spoke. Her accusations, her fears, the fact she was starting to believe what the media said and wrote about him.
After a few seconds, his shoulders slumped and he lowered his head, looking away from the girl in front of him.
“How could you ask me those questions? I… I can’t believe you’d even think-! I can’t control my skin changing colors! I changed my diet and lost weight, which caused my face to change! I had two operations on my nose, the ones I told you about a few years ago back in ’78 for the break and correction, and nothing else! Aside from all that, I’ve done nothing else to my face! How could you even THINK I could-? That I‘d do-? I did NONE of those things they said I did!” Michael snapped coldly and despondently, spiting out the last few words as he turned to look at her. Diana cringed at the harsh words that were being tossed around by two people who were the best of friends.
“I know that! It just… it’s…,” Annie shot back, then let out a sigh. She shook her head, looking down at her feet in defeat. “I don’t believe them, but… sometimes it’s so damn hard to listen to everyone say I shouldn’t worry about my looks when I hear the same crap everyday from classmates and looking at how… at how handsome you are and how beautiful mom and Diana are.” Annie went on in defeat, tears starting to fall. Michael winced, realizing she really didn’t believe the tabloids, but that it was due to hearing it, and all the teasing, over and over again. Then he realized another thing. Annie had called him “handsome”. Not “cute”, but “handsome”.
“Don’t listen to them. I didn’t when I was your age.” Diana assured her sister, breaking Michael out of his thoughts. Annie shot her older sister a dirty look.
“Easy for you to say, Di. You’re beautiful. I’m not.” Annie bitterly told her in annoyance.
“Mouse - Annie, you shouldn’t let them get to you this badly. You’re a lot smarter than most of those girls, I bet. Plus healthier and prettier, too.” Michael assured her, starting to calm down. Annie blushed slightly at Michael’s compliment.
“What about my glasses?” Annie asked, pushing the object in question up due to them sliding down her nose.
“Wear contacts if they bother you so much. We can ask mom about getting some when we get home.” Diana kindly suggested. Annie didn’t respond to Diana’s suggestion, she just kept silent.
“Annie… I’m sorry I yelled at you. It’s just… it’s just that I really try hard to ignore what people, especially the media, say about me. To hear you say… to accuse me of… to even think that what they say about me is true… it really hurts.” Michael told Annie, bending down in front of her so he could be eyelevel with the young woman. He reached over and gently cupped the side of Annie’s face, feeling wetness on her cheeks from tears. Michael felt his heart ache even more, his mind flashing back to how he felt at her age and at Diana’s age. The awkwardness of getting older, the changes his body went through, all of that drama and angst. It was hard for him, yes, but what about a young woman going through all of those same problems.
Michael let his hands fall to Annie’s shoulders and pulled her into a hug, his lean arms wrapping around her, one around her shoulders, the other around her back. He dug his chin into her shoulder and leaned his head against hers, slowly rocking her back and forth, comforting her as much as he could. Annie’s arms then rose and planted themselves around his waist, returning his comfort.
“You are beautiful, Annie… you just have to realize it…” Michael whispered into her ear.
“Same… to you, Michael.” Annie whispered back, fighting back a sob as she tried to burry her face into his shoulder, causing her glasses to push up on her face until they rested unceremoniously on her forehead.
Diana said nothing, watching the display before her. Part of her - her childish side - wished that she had a camera to capture the moment for prosperity, and for the occasional blackmail fodder. The other part of her - her older self - began to notice something. The bond between Michael and Annie. She called him ‘handsome’; he called her ‘beautiful’.
Something was happening to it. Their friendship, something was changing. It was evolving into something different. Something… mature.
This was something she’d have to look into in the future.
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Mid April
Williams Residence
Michael stretched his arms and back as she sat back down next to the tree, Annie sitting by his side. Diana, who was holding a sketch book in her hands, and Paul, who was playing with his Transformers, were watching from the picnic table a few feet away from them. It was the weekend and he weather had been cool enough for the four to go outside to rehearse Annie’s scenes for her play.
“Ok, Ann, once again from the top of the scene and remember, you maybe practicing with Michael, but you have to remember that you’ll be doing this on stage with-.” Diana started to remind Annie.
“I know, I know! You tell me this every time I rehearse this part.” Annie groaned out in annoyance, re-reading her script before handing it to Michael.
“Diana, please, give her a break. She knows.” Michael spoke up, flipping the pages of the script to the start of the scene.
“Alright, like I said, from the top… and, go!” Diana sighed, then pointed at the two to start.
“You know what I don’t understand, Chuck? I don’t understand love.” Annie started off, in character as she stared at the cloudy sky.
“Who does?” Michael shrugged, looking at the script in his hand. Annie turned to face Michael, left hand resting on the grass.
“Explain love to me, Chuck.” Annie told Michael.
“You can’t explain love. I could recommend a book or a painting or a song or a poem, but I can’t explain love.” Michael explained, occasionally glancing down at the script in hand.
“Well, try, Chuck. Try to explain love.” Annie urged, almost pleadingly. Michael cleared his throat and started to look bashful.
“Well, say I happen to see this cute little girl walk by and I-.” Michael began to explain.
“Why does she have to be cute, Chuck?!” Annie snapped, interrupting Michael and causing him to recoil. “Can’t someone fall in love with someone who isn’t cute?! Who has freckles and a bit nose?! Explain that, Chuck!” Annie went on, her voice growing soft when she mentioned her character’s appearance before growing back to loud anger with her last statement.
“Well, maybe you’re right.” Michael sighed, glancing back down at the script before continuing on. “Let’s just say, then, that I happen to see this girl walk by, who has a great big nose and-.” Michael began to say.
“I didn’t say “a great big nose”, Chuck!” Annie growled out, insulted and annoyed.
“You not only can’t explain love, actually, you can’t even talk about it.” Michael noted in defeat, looking over at Diana. Diana snickered and Paul just sighed.
“Well, there’s something else I was sorta curious about.” Annie said, flirting shyly. She then inched over to Michael on her knees and asked him “Do you think you’ll ever get married, Chuck?” bluntly.
Michael stared at her, forgetting that he was supposed to be acting, before looking back over at Diana. “For a second, this reminded me of a conversation you started a few years back, Diana.” Michael remarked. Diana let out a groan while Paul giggled, working on transforming one of his Transformers.
“Michael, now is not the time to reminisce. You said you wanted to help Annie rehearse, so c’mon!” Diana stated sternly.
“Don’t mind Di-Di, Michael. She’s just pissed that she missed out on you working on We Are the World.” Annie stated, waving her hand in a dismissive manner. It was true; Michael had been busy in between the times the kids got to see Michael with working with the Africa relief and working with dozens of performers on the USA for Africa song, “We Are The World”. Diana, of course on hearing who Michael was working with, was quite annoyed that the young man didn’t tell the kids what he was doing.
Annie then let out a sigh. “Add to the fact that she’s PMSing right now and you got yourself a ticking time bomb.” Annie added under her breath. Michael, accidentally hearing Annie’s comment, started to blush in embarrassment.
“Guys, can we stop arguing and get back to helping Annie?” Paul asked, looking up momentarily from his toys.
“Alright, get your act back together. Annie’s gotta ace this by the start of May, so let’s get cracking. Annie, start back up after ‘there’s something else I was sorta curious about’. Before Michael broke character, I mean.” Diana commanded the two actors, clapping her hands to get their attention. Annie nodded, taking a deep breath to focus herself while Michael straightened up the script that laid on his lap.
“Do you think you'll ever get married, Chuck?” Annie asked innocently, back in character again.
“Oh, I suppose so. Just about everyone does.” Michael shrugged in response, also back in character. Annie then reached out and took Michael’s right hand into her left.
“Well, what kind of girl do you think you'll marry?” Annie then asked, flirtingly. Michael fought the urge to blush once more, but his cheeks started to burn anyway.
“Well, I always kind of hate to talk about it, because I'm afraid, it-it might sound silly. But I like the kind of girl who would call me 'poor, sweet baby'.” Michael admitted nervously, pulling away from Annie, glancing down at his lap, quickly memorizing his next part.
“'Poor, sweet baby'?” Annie repeated, loudly and incredulously, making Michael flinch slightly.
“Uh-huh,” Michael nodded, pretending to get tired as he continued on, leaning against the tree, “If I was feeling tired, or depressed, or something, she'd cuddle up close to me, kiss me on the ear, and whisper: "Poor, sweet baby".” Michael remarked as he closed his eyes on the last three words, pretending to fall asleep. Annie, at first, looked annoyed, then her features softened into love and kindness. She took a deep breath and began to sing.
“Poor, sweet baby
Poor, poor, sweet, sweet baby
Show me where it hurts, I'll tell you how to make it well
I've won lots of loving cups for playing show and tell
My poor, sweet baby
Poor, poor, sweet, sweet baby
When you need a shoulder come and try mine on for size
I'm real good at holding hands and
Really great at drying eyes
Just try me
Cry me all your tears
Why deny me
The pleasure of dryin'em
Stoppin' you cryin'em
Don't despair for
Smiles are what I'm there for
You won't have to call on me; I'll always be right near
Near to kiss and cuddle you and
Whisper in your little ear
Don't fear
There, there, Baby
Poor, sweet baby
Poor, sweet baby
Mama's near.”
As Annie sang, she got on her knees and sang passionately to Michael. She gently stroked Michael’s hair as well as she sang her ballad. After a few seconds when she finished her last words of the song, she looked at Michael, who sighed in bliss. “Like that, Chuck?” Annie asked, still in character.
“Just like that, Patty.” Michael smiled tiredly in response. Annie paused, then frowned.
“Forget it, Chuck. It’ll never happen.” Annie stated bluntly, ‘startling’ Michael out of his bliss. She then turned away and let out a low groan. “I need a drink.” Annie remarked, nursing her throat with her hand. Paul got up and walked over to Michael and Annie, handing the latter a bottle of water.
“That was great, Annie. You made no mistakes this time, especially when you sang!” Paul congratulated the young woman, who accepted the bottle of water with a polite “thank you”. Michael got up and stretched his arms.
“Yeah, but now if only you can keep that same passion and power when you’re singing to Peter live.” Diana remarked, closing her copy of the script. Annie lowered the water bottle and sighed in aggravation.
“Don’t remind me.” Annie let out a shudder.
“Maybe you should pretend it’s somebody else you’re singing too.” Michael suggested, walking over to Diana to grab his bottle of water.
“You think that’ll work?” Annie asked before taking a sip of her drink.
“It might.” Michael shrugged, uncapping the bottle in his hands.
“Maybe she can picture Oliver Hart instead of Peter, then she can really pour on the emotions.” Diana smirked knowingly. Annie spat out whatever water she had in her mouth all over her lap and started coughing.
“Di-Di!” Annie snapped, coughing up the remaining water that was now in her windpipe. Michael, however, looked at Diana in confusions and surprise.
“Who’s Oliver Hart?” Paul asked, having managed to avoid being soaked by Annie’s spit-take.
“Annie’s classmate, who is playing Snoopy in this thing. She’s got a humongous crush on him.” Diana explained, still smirking.
“Shut it, Di-ana.” Annie growled through gritted teeth, cheeks starting to burn in embarrassment.
“You’re in love, Mouse? T-that’s great. Does he know that you, uh, that you like him?” Michael asked in surprise, but almost a bit disappointed, much to Diana’s surprise.
“No!” Annie shouted, still blushing. She then sighed, looking down as she got to her feet. “I don’t think he even knows I exist.” Annie added mournfully.
“He should, you two are in the same play after all.” Paul noted innocently.
“And you do have some scenes with him, too.” Diana put in, her smirk dropping to a normal smile.
“Yeah, I know that, but outside of rehearsals, I don’t think-.” Annie sighed once more.
“Annette?”
The four in the backyard looked at the gate separating the front yard from the back to see Maggie standing with a young man Annie’s age. He had really short dark brown hair and olive green eyes. Annie immediately started to blush again.
“O-O-Oliver, w-what are you doing here?” Annie asked, instantly becoming timid and nervous.
“Just came by to see how you were doing, and to ask Diana a question about the costumes.” The young man known as Oliver replied.
“Really?” Diana raised an eyebrow in suspicion. Oliver nodded, then noticed Michael, who was trying to hid behind Diana.
“Is that…? No way, the rumors are true! You really Do know Michael Jackson!” Oliver exclaimed in surprise. Michael let out a small ‘eep’ and nearly fell on the ground while Annie blushed more.
“Y-yeah, y-you can say that. H-he was helping me a bit rehearsing. J-just don’t tell anyone he was here, ok?” Annie replied meekly.
“Hey, that’s pretty cool, and I doubt anyone’d believe me if I did saying anything.” Oliver nodded, grinning. Michael stood up nervously, staring at the newcomer with uneasy eyes.
“H-hello.” Michael greeted, waving his hand apprehensively.
“It’s an honor to meet you, Michael, and I have to say, I’m a little jealous of you. You’re really lucky to have a very talented designer and a very kind and pretty actress as your friends.” Oliver told Michael, practically oozing with charm that made Annie blush harder.
“P-p-pretty?” Annie repeated meekly.
“Talented?” Diana also echoed, cocking an eyebrow.
“And both being quite cute, too.” Oliver nodded, then turned to face Diana. “Now, Diana, I’m curious how far you’ve gotten with my costumes.” Oliver then told Diana. Diana blinked, surprised by how quickly he switched from “Smooth talking pimp” to “normal high school boy”.
“S-sure, let’s just visit my ‘office’ and I’ll show you what I have so far.” Diana nodded, then gestured Oliver into the house. Oliver silently mouthed “office” to himself, casting an aside glance at Maggie.
“It’s her bedroom, so don’t get any ideas.” Maggie stated firmly, crossing her arms. Oliver nodded in relief and followed Diana into the house.
“C-cute? He said I’m cute?” Annie asked, stunned by Oliver’s words.
“Yes, and he called Diana cute, too.” Maggie nodded. Annie weakly sat down, still looking very shocked and blushing.
“Wow…” She whispered in amazement. Michael frowned, staring at the back door of the house where Oliver once was with Diana.
“Applehead, what’s wrong?” Paul asked, walking over to Michael.
“There’s something about that guy… I just don’t seem to like. The way he acts and talks, it reminds me of how my brothers were with some fans and groupies when we were younger and on tour.” Michael replied, looking and sounding troubled.
“Is that bad?” the young boy asked.
“I’m not sure right now.” Michael stated, still frowning while looking on in dread.
The second half of Part 8 will come up sometime in the future. I just need to work a little more on it since I just finished this part and worknig on the next one, which'll focus on Captain Eo.
Also, if anyone is curious, this is the song Annie is singing:
Click to viewFrom the cartoon version of Snoopy! The Musical. It's one of my favorite songs from the musical aside from Just One Person.
Second half will contain: The final performance night of Annie's play, the end result of her crush, the introduction of two of Annie's friends, first real apperance of Peter Riley, and Jack's hatred finally reaches it's boiling point.