Hell/The Press Conference

"What did you ask me? Did you just ask me if I was still interested in doing a duet with you? After how you treated me?" Michael scoffs on the other line.

"Look I'm sorry about that okay, I was already exhausted and when I get tired I get cranky alright? Now do you want to do it or what?"

"Not with that attitude."

*click!*

Did... Did he just hang up on me?

I dial his number again. No answer. Oh so he wants to play games huh ? Alright.

I get up and throw on some clothes, put on a wig and some sunglasses and get in my car. Hopefully no one notices me through this disguise.

I park my car in the back of the hotel and luckily someone's coming out of the side entrance so I slip inside without being noticed.

Pretty soon I'm back where I was just twelve hours before but this time nobody's around.

If he doesn't want to talk to me on the phone, he better get ready for this surprise I have in store for him.

*BANG**BANG**BANG*

I didn't give two shits at how loud I was banging the door, he fucked up by hanging up on me.

The door swings open and he does not look happy.

"What the hell!" He whispers. I walk past him and put my bag on the dresser, and look through his room.

"They couldn't give you a bigger room? This is the size of my cleaning closet." I say, turning my nose up.

"Why are you here Rose?" An annoyed Michael asks.

"You hung up on me and we didn't finish our conversation. I thought it was rude how you just cut me off like that." I pout, giving him puppy dog eyes.

"Well you deserved it. You wanna be rude, fine. Two can play at that game." He shrugs, walking around me to the refrigerator. "Want a drink?"

"Martini. Straight up."

"I have water."

I look at him with a twisted face, then accept the water and sit down on the chair by the patio.

"You don't drink much huh?" I ask.

"Not really. I prefer water, or orange juice. Once in a while I'll have wine."

We sit in silence for a moment and then Michael speaks up.

"So, you want to do a duet huh? The queen finally needs a king." He winks.

I roll my eyes in disgust and stand up to look outside. It's a nice night out, the city is still alive with the lights and nightlife. It's peaceful to me.

"Never do I need a king. I was able to rule on my own, I just thought it would be nice to show the world what it would be like to have the biggest entertainers sing together."

He laughs, laying down on his bed. He's shirtless, and wearing pajamas with Bart Simpson all over them. "Just admit it, you saw the reports on you, you know they're true, and now you need something to get you back on top."

Shit. How did he know?

"I'm sorry, but you dug yourself into this hole. You need to get yourself out. If you haven't had treated me the way that you did I may have helped you. But I'm not. I believe this is what they call karma?" He pauses and looks at my face, and I'm red with anger. "Aw. Is the princess mad because she didn't get what she wanted? Aw poor baby."

I lunge at him, my anger overcoming me, and I'm trying to strangle him. My anger only gets worse when I hear him laughing at me. I then realize that he has me pinned down on the bed, and all I could do was kick my legs.

"Really Rosie? You're gunna throw a temper tantrum?" He laughs, holding my arms while I screech at him.

"Don't fucking call me Rosie! It's Rose you jackass!"

"It's Jackson, and I can call you whatever I want. Rosieeeeee. Rooosssssieee!!"

I finally break free from him and grab my things and head to the door.

"I'll give you time to think about singing with me. It would be an honor to song with me Mr. Jackass!"

"Yeah yeah whatever, you know my answer already." He waves me off. "Goodnight Rosie."

"My name is not fucking Rosie." And I slammed his door.

-----------------The next day .....

Okay Rose. You called the press conference to reclaim your fame. Just deny that everything is false and stand your ground. Stand. Your. Mutha. Fucking. Ground. Here we go...

I take some last minute breaths and walk into the ballroom at the Ritz Carlton and I'm surrounded by the familiar flashing lights. From left to right I hear questions being thrown my way.

Rose! Are the allegations you said about Nike true?

Is it true that you hate Madonna?!

Do you have a secret love child like everyone has been reporting for the last two years?!

I walk up to the podium and thank everyone for being here. Then I get right down to business.

"The reason why I gathered you all here today is that I was recently informed that some false accusations about me have come about. According to the accusations it was said that I have been known as a tyrant, that I have been known to be a so called 'spoiled brat.' Because of said claims it has caused me to lose deals with several companies who I've had great relationships with in the past. Well I am here to tell you is that everything you have heard was and is completely false. If I ever seem to be demanding please know that this is my career and therefore I have to make sure things are right. I apologize if I have came off as rude to some people, and I apologize also for having you all take the time out of your day just so I can clear my name of any wrong doing."

I look around the room and see that everyone is either writing down notes or playing around with their recorder. Paparazzi all around are snapping photos from each angle, and I see some people whispering to others.

I smooth out my black blazer and pretend to look sympathetic, and trying to look as sorry as possible.

The losers are eating my story up. In no time everyone's gunna be at my feet again.

"I'll be taking questions now. Um, you sir." I point out.

"Hello, Brad Baler, channel 4 news. I think all of us want to know, why are you lying about this whole thing?"

I try to hide my anger, laughing, "What? What do you mean lying? I am not a liar."

"Well from what we have seen, and heard, everything is true. Plus we have the recordings and videos of you berating an employee.

He plays a clip from his recorder and I hear my voice, screaming at somebody for no reason.

"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOUR DUMBASS TO GET THE SOUND RIGHT! IF IT WASN'T FOR ME NONE OF YOU WOULD HAVE A JOB! IM THE REASON WHY YOU BITCHES EVEN GET WHAT IM PAYING YOU. MAYBE I SHOULD JUST CUT YOUR CHECKS LIKE I DID LAST MONTH HUH? HOW WOULD YOU LIKE THAT YOU DUMB FUCKS? GET THIS SHIT RIGHT OR NOBODY IS GOING HOME. "

The clip ends and everyone is in a frenzy. I'm just frozen.

"There is several more of these recordings plus we heard that after this particular clip you in fact did not let them leave and only gave them half of their pay. You do know that that is a federal crime? And you could be up for bankruptcy or jail?"

"Thank you everyone this conference is over please exit the back way!" Traci says, and my security escorted me out.

I was speechless. How could this backfire on me? Who would try to sabotage me in this way?

What did I do to deserve this ?

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So sorry I didn't update on time! But here's the newest chapter :D Boy Rose isn't the bright crayon in the bunch huh? Hopefully she can get over this ! Thank you all for reading this please vote and comment !!:)

-Angii <3