November 9, 1984
I hope you're enjoying the tour. I really miss you out here. I can only imagine what it's like to be on tour with you right now. The flashing lights, the screaming fans, the women... I guess I'm not too worried about the women though. I never have been and I never will be. So, let's forget I even wrote that... I miss you, baby. Being in this big house all alone really is not helping my case. As soon as you get back home for your break, just know that you will be welcomed with opened arms and lots of love. Okay?
I love you.
I put the letter in an envelope and put a stamp on it. I haven't seen Michael in four months due to his Victory Tour with his brothers. It really sucked that he had to be gone for so long. I miss him more than ever, and we haven't really talked much on the phone, but we talk enough I suppose.
Suddenly the phone started to ring. I reached over the bed and picked it up.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey, Shayla. It's Byron. Hey, I have a question about lesson plans. Do you mind if I come over?" Byron asked.
I looked over at the clock to check the time. "Byron, do you have any idea of what the time is?"
"Yes. It's midnight."
"Why are you calling me now?"
"Well, I'm doing my lesson plans and I had a question about them. What are you doing up so late?"
"I can't sleep." I sighed.
"Still missing Michael?"
"Well, have you talked to him?"
"No. It's been two weeks since I've last spoken to him."
"Wow. It's that serious, huh?"
"Why is he taking a road trip with his brothers anyway? That seems kind of odd."
"You wouldn't understand." I sighed. It has only been family and close friends that know that I married "Michael Jackson." Byron doesn't know, nor does the public know. In a way, I like the secrecy; however, the possibility that some women think that he's still single eats me up inside at times.
"Well, talk to me. I want to understand." Byron offered.
"It's too complicated for you to even try to understand. Hey, call me tomorrow, okay? I think I'm just going to try to go to sleep now."
"Are you sure?"
"Alright. I'll talk to you tomorrow then. Goodnight, Shayla."
"Goodnight." I hung up the phone and lay in bed, facing Michael's side. I should have known what I was getting myself into. It didn't cross my mind that this was what I signed up for.