Melody Of Love

Life may not be a bed of roses but it's not a bed of thorns either. ---Paris Michael’s POV “And the award for the best-selling album of the year goes to… ‘Vicious’ by Michael Osburne.” [Applause] The host called my name for the seventh time this evening, and yeah, I’m very happy today. I walked onto the stage and the host hugged me with a huge smile on her face. She has a beautiful smile by the way. The award was presented by one of the producers of the show. I walked over to the mic with my award and my fans started shouting my name. Today is a very special day, I’ve received 7 awards in one night, my album became the best-selling album of this year. All of this happened because of my fans. I don’t have enough words to explain my happiness, and I don’t even know how to thank them. “I’m very happy today” [Mike-Michael-Michael] “I would once again like to thank God, who makes all things possible, my parents, my producers, musicians, and every single person who worked for this album. And my fans…” [Michael-We Love You, Mike!] “I Love You Too… I really do. You guys are my family. Thank you for the unconditional love you guys show towards me. Thank you.” This is the moment that keeps me going, the moment that makes me forget the painful childhood I had. Moments like this encourages me to keep going with my life. My fans, the love they have motivates me to give them more through my music and dance. I scanned the crowd, searching for my mother. She’s a wonderful woman, and I’ve never seen anyone so patient and positive as her. She always took all the challenges life threw her way with a smile and never once complained. She is the reason I am what I am today. “This one is for you, mother.” I raised the award towards her, and it’s only then I saw the one sitting beside her. My father. Oh, no. Not father. Joseph. Yeah, Joseph never wanted me to call him father. He used to tell ‘I’m Joseph for you. Don’t call me father.’ I don’t know why he hated my mother so much but she was never happy with him. The only reason she didn’t leave him is because of us. Me and my sister Olivia. I never knew what it was like to have a father who loved you, cared for you. A father who could fight against the entire world to keep you safe and happy. I never knew because I never had one. I just hate him so much. It’s only because of him that I had to go through the shitty childhood I had. And even today I suffer nightmares because of him. I can't even stand his presence. It’s like every cell of my body is on high alert and I might throw up anytime. Pushing those thoughts away, I looked at my fans. The moment I get on the stage, I can see their love for me in their eyes, in the way they call out my name, the way they look at me, the way they support me through thick and thin… I just feel I’m blessed to have them in my life, they are wonderful. […] Liza, and I get into the car. I put all the awards in the front seat and rolled down the window to wave to my fans, one of my fans handed me a rose just before I rolled up the window. The rose had a ring and a note attached to it reading “Will you marry me?”. I smiled looking at the note and put the ring on my finger. Liza took the rose from me and read the note. I knew she likes me and expects me to marry her someday but she is my friend. I never saw her more than that. She looked at the ring on my left hand questioningly. “Why did you put on the ring?” “Because my fan gave it to me and she would be happy if I did. These are the little things I could do for them, for the love they show towards me.” “Would you do the same if I gave you a ring and proposed to you for marriage?” “Liza, that's different." I replied, knowing where this conversation is going. "Enlighten me." She said raising an eyebrow. "I like you. You are one of those very few people whom I can trust." I stopped and looked at her before continuing, "But love and friendship are two different things. You will never be happy with me.” I tried to explain. This isn't the first time we're having this conversation. “How can you decide that I will not be happy with you, Mike? Why don’t you give me a chance? Why don’t you give us a chance?” “Liza, please. Don’t do this right now. Please.” “Fine. Do whatever you want but remember that no one will ever love you as much as I do. Sooner or later you’ll have no choice but to marry me.” With that, she went quiet and kept staring outside the window. I know I’ve hurt her, but the truth is that she is my friend, and I will never be able to look at her in any other way. She’s like a sister. And I don’t think I’ll be able to trust any girl to let her into my life, love her enough to give her my heart. It’s not like I don’t believe in love, no, I do believe in love. It’s just that I want someone to love me, the real me, not the personality I am. And the day I find someone like that, I’ll make her the queen of my life. We arrived at Liza’s apartment. She got out of the car and left without saying a word. “What the hell, what’s wrong with her?” I whisper to myself. “Would you like me to ask Manager Lio to cancel the interview for you, sir?” Tito, my driver asked. “No, Tito. Go to the studio.” I know why Tito is asking me this. Over the last two years, I haven’t done at least a single interview. It's not because I don’t like being interviewed but because people manipulate the interviews according to their benefits and write whatever they want. Just because my fans are all over the world and buy everything related to me, they don’t hesitate before using my name and spreading rumors about me. I just wish this interview goes well. As soon as I entered the studio, the director and the crew members came to welcome and congratulated me for the awards I received today. I walked over to the chair at the center of the stage where the interviewer is waiting for me. She was a woman in her mid 30’s and looked very professional. “Good evening, Mr.Osburne. It’s an honor to have you here.” She beamed at me. “Good evening, the pleasure's all mine, please call me Michael.” I said, taking her hand, and returning her smile. “So shall we begin with the interview?” She asked as soon as I took the seat. “Whenever you're ready.” Somewhere in the middle of the interview, she asked, “Do you have any race you don’t like or fans from any particular country you don’t like or love more?”  Okay, I didn’t know how to answer this. Is it even possible to hate someone based on their race or nationality? Like, Seriously? Hello! 21st century. Where are you? “Maybe I look at the world from a different perspective, but I love people all over the world. It doesn’t matter who you are or what race you belong to. If you love me, I love you too.” I answered truthfully.  “Plans to get married anytime soon?” Not the same topic again! “No, I’m currently married to my work, and my fans.” “Any message to your fans?” “I just want to say, the fans in every corner of the world, every nationality, every race, every language, I love you from the bottom of my heart.” The interview went along for about an hour and it wasn’t bad, at least not as bad as I've expected it to be.