|Chapter 17|

                                    

                                          
*Amahle mother :Rhonda Parks 43 (Lynn Whitfield) Amahle sister  : Sanaa Parks 16 (vashtie)
Chapter 17: A New Encounter 
"Will you go on tour with me" I asked she got quiet for a minute "I would but I have to look for a job and worry about housing for the rest of my time here in L.A." she said
I leaned back and laughed "if it's a job you're worried about I can give you" I said "seriously?" "Yes, I know you want a career in journalism and I have a sound producer on tour right now who needs to go on maternity leave so I can use you as a replacement intern" I said "but that isn't professional you know that right" she said "how so?" I asked 
She leaned down close to my ear "well I am sleeping with the boss" she whispered, she was turning me on "and? You need a job right now and I want you to come on tour with me" "but still it's inappropriate don't ya think" she whispered "mmm maybe but you won't be working directly under me you would be working with the sound technician" I said gripping her waist she giggled "alright but I'd have to tell my mother" and she rolled off of me 
I sighed "you get me hard then you want to get up" I said laughing "I'm not about to disrespect your parents home Jackson" she said getting up "plus I need to shower" I pointed to the door she grabbed the door handle "thank Michael I really mean it" I got out the bed as well "you're welcome, I'll have paper work for you to sign tomorrow, you can come to the studio after you get done with Janet" I said taking a seat back at my desk 
"Okay I'll call my mother tomorrow and let her know that I'll be touring with you" she said closing the door behind her, I smiled the thought of her coming with me on tour filled me with joy. I'll admit It gets lonely on tour, hopping from city to city, country to country with no one to spend your evenings with or enjoy the country or city you're in. 
I understand why my brothers would hookup with groupies, I did as well from time to time because it's so lonely but groupies don't compare to the ones who you truly care about you. I begin writing the last song to my album while Amahle showered, I hummed the melody trying to imagine the perfect beat for this song 
"With to lovers in a scene and she says do you love me and he says so endlessly I love you Liberian girl" I sang aloud "who's the song about" I jumped and turned to see her in a baby blue satin pajama set "you scared me" I said "oh did I" she said wrapping her arms around my neck, I leaned my head back against her chest "you did" I smiled "Liberian girl..." she reached down and traced the paper "...who is that" she asked 
I smiled "someone special" I felt her smiling "well she's a lucky girl I supposed" she said letting go of me and getting in the bed "I hope she feels lucky" I smiled and turned towards her "because she makes me feel lucky" I said, I caught her blushing 
I walked over to the bed where she was and laid down as well. I instantly wrapped my arms around her "did you enjoy yourself today" I asked "I did, you have a wonderful family even though some of them are assholes" she said and I laughed "yeah they can be like that sometimes" I said as she snuggled underneath me 
"I can't wait to show you my life Amahle" I said stroking her hair "you already are" she said yawning "no I mean my life my life...touring the different cities and countries and how..." I heard slight snoring I giggled she must be tired we did have an eventful day, I hope she can get used to it because my life is always eventful. I turned to my old night stand and set the alarm knowing I had to be up early then I fell asleep shortly after 
August 23 1987
I woke to my alarm blaring in my ear I quickly turned it off feeling Amahle body stir against, I sighed and looked at the clock display 7:00 am, although I don't have rehearsals today, I do have to finish this album before it's release date. I got out the bed and got dressed and preceded to head down stairs gently closing my old room door behind not to wake Amahle.