A week has now gone by, michael hasnt talked to Lenna much and she has begun to worry. Michael sits in his dressing room deciding wheather or not to return Rose's call from a week before.
Michael sat in his dressing room off in a daze. He was suddenly brought aback por a knock on his dressing room door. "Who is it?" Michael asked. "It's me Lenna." From her tone of voice he could tell she wasnt very happy. Michael opened the door. "Michael....we need to talk." Lenna said flatly. "Whats wrong?" Michael asked. "I dont know you tell me." Lenna crossed her arms. Michael just looked down at the floor...
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