Michael ran to the train before it left but managed his way inside the train before the doors closed which banged his suitcase causing it to open. Before the contents of his briefcase could be exposed to the public he quickly closed it and wiped the sweat off is forehead "Pheew that was close." He transferred to the D and when he arrived he walked into his studio. "Hey girlfriend, how ya doing?"
"Just fine thanks, I gotta get dressed." He took off his business attire and started to take out to take out the weave from his briefcase and put it on. He then started to look through his closet and couldn't decide on what to wear.
"How about that one?" his friend said.
"Mmmm no, I think i'll stick with this polka dotted dress, it's my favorite," he smiled.
"Michelle, you're up!" the announcer called.
As Michael approached the stage in his 4 inch heels, men immediately started throwing flowers at him. He was the star of the show. He did his little dance, and then slid to the piano as he began to play one his favorite songs. By the end everybody rioted and the amount of money thrown at him was enough to satisfy him for the day.When he left the stage a man grabbed his ass. Michael frowned but when he faced him he said "Ooooh you naughty man,"
The man handed hima bouquet of flowers and said "Michael?"
Michael realized that, that was his boss.
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