After about 30 minutes, she finally reached Crystal's house. Crystal got out of the house and into the car. "I thought you'd never make it!" She said, putting her seatbelt on. "Sorry, I lost track of time." "It's alright. Let's go!" Rebecca backed out of the driveway and they headed to the arena for the album signing. Crystal noticed Rebecca's outfit. "Did tu make that? It looks amazing." She asked. "Yeah, I did. Thanks." All the way to the arena, they were canto along with the Invincible album. They were having so much fun canto along. "Should we tell him that it's your birthday today, too? Maybe he'll take tu out to lunch o something." "Oh no. Let's not tell him." "Why not?" "Because I don't want him to waste his money on me. Besides, he probably won't even like me." "Don't say that! He más than likely would like you." "I don't know..." "Well, we'll think of something. Anyway, could tu make me something like that?" "Sure, I'd just need your measurements on what tu want me to make." "Cool!!" During the drive, they continued chatting on life and stuff.
At the arena
Rebecca and Crystal got out of the car and went inside. People were staring at Rebecca because of how she was dressed. Then a little boy came up to Rebecca. "Michael Jackson?" He asked. Rebecca chuckled and smiled and knelt down to his height. "I'm sorry, but I'm not Michael Jackson. por the way, what's your name?" She said. "Billy. My name's Billy." "Nice to meet you, Billy. I'm Rebecca. What happened to your arm?" Rebecca noticed a fairly large cut on Billy's arm. "I got into an accident with my parents." "Oh goodness...do tu want me to envolver, abrigo it up for you?" "Please?" "Alright. Hold out your arm, Billy." He held out his arm and Rebecca got out the rubbing alcohol, gauze, and bandage wrap. She cleaned out the wound and put the gauze on it and wrapped it up. "There tu go, Billy. All done." "Thank you. Oh, could tu sign it, too? Please?" Rebecca giggled. "Alright, Billy." She got out her black sharpie and signed her name on the bandage cast. "There tu go." "Thank you, Rebecca!" He said, hugging her, making sure he doesn't hurt himself any further. Rebecca giggled and hugged back. "You're welcome, Billy. Now...do tu wanna meet Michael Jackson?" "Yeah!!" Rebecca stood up and waited in line with Crystal, holding Billy's free hand.
At the desk
Michael was signing both albums and pictures of the Invincible album. He was looking up and saw a girl helping a little boy envolver, abrigo his arm. 'Who's that?' He thought, still signing the albums and pictures. As soon as the line went down a bit, he looked up to see the two girls with the same little boy. He gave them a smile and autographed an album and a picture for them and handed them to the girls. Before they walked away, one of the girls went back to him with the little boy. "Excuse me, Michael, but...could tu sign my bandage cast?" The little boy asked. Michael smiled at him and motioned him to come behind the desk. He took out his marker and autographed the bandage cast. He looked at the other signature on the cast and it dicho Rebecca Ishtar with a corazón siguiente to it. He looked up and saw that the girl was dressed in a Black o White outfit and noticed the stripe on her arm. He decided to ask. "If tu don't mind me asking...why do tu wear the stripe on your arm?" He asked her. "Oh, well...I don't like seeing children suffer, to be honest. I don't like it when they suffer so much. It hurts to see them injured and stuff." She said. Michael knew it sounded familiar. He thought back to a tweet Rebecca had sent him about wearing a stripe on her arm. I hate seeing kids suffer like I did...abusive parents, neighborhood gangs...I just don't like seeing them all banged up. 'Could this girl be Rebecca?' He thought. He looked at her and remembered her perfil picture on twitter. 'It's got to be her. I'd have to ask, but I don't wanna push it.' "Anyway, thanks so much for the autograph, Michael Jackson." "No problem." Michael stood up, after giving Billy a hug and gave the girl a hug. She was shocked, but hugged back. They let go and Billy followed the girls out of the arena. 'That's sweet of her to do that for Billy. I need to figure out if that's Rebecca, though.' He thought, continuing to sign the albums and the pictures, Rebecca being on his mind. Once he looked up again, he saw the other girl that was with her, back. "Is there something wrong?" He asked. She shook her head. "No, its just...it's her birthday today. Can tu tell her somehow?" She said. "I'll think of something. I'll tweet her. Don't worry." "Thank tu so much! Well, I gotta go. She's waiting for me. Bye!" "Bye." Then she ran out. Michael, after signing the last album and picture, got out his laptop and got on twitter and signed in. He tweeted to Rebecca: "Happy birthday, Rebecca." He soon got a tweet back from her. "Thank you!" is what she wrote back. He tweeted back to her: "Wanna meet me somewhere? Like at a restaurant o something?" She tweeted back: "Sure, but where?" He thought of a good place and tweeted her: "Meet me in front of the theater in 2 hours, I'll be there picking tu up to take tu to the restaurant." She replied: "Alright :) See tu in two hours." He sent back as a final tweet: "Alright, Rebecca." Then he signed off and went to the car and Bill drove him home.
At Crystal's house
Rebecca stopped the car and turned to Crystal. "Hey, Crystal...I want tu to have this." Rebecca said, handing her the Invincible album she had bought a long while back. Crystal took it and smiled. "You want me to have this? Well, I'm giving tu the autographed one then! Here!" She said, handing the autographed album to Rebecca, smiling. Rebecca took it in her hands and smiled at her. "Thank tu so much for planning this out, Crystal. It means a lot to me." "No problem. Oh, and Happy Birthday, best friend!" Rebecca giggled. "Thank you. See tu siguiente week for the concert?" "Yeah! Later!" Crystal got out of the car, waved, and headed inside. Rebecca backed out of the driveway and headed inicial to get ready to go to the theater.
Once at home
She got out of the car and went inside. "Mother! I'm home!" She said, putting her keys on the rack. Her mother came out and noticed that she had something in her hand. "What's that?" She asked. Rebecca held it out and showed her that it was an autographed album of Michael Jackson's. "Michael Jackson signed this album for me." "What happened to the album tu bought?" "I gave it to Crystal. I figured if she wanted a Michael Jackson album, why not give her the one I bought? Then she gave me this one. I let her keep the autographed picture so she'd have something from him at least." "That's cool, Rebecca." Her mother smiled at her. "Well, I gotta get ready. I gotta head to the theater to meet someone there." "Oh? Who are tu meeting?" "I don't know. This guy I was talking to last night. He dicho he was gonna take me to a restaurant for my birthday." "Oh, alright. Have fun then. What are tu gonna wear?" "Oh...maybe my falda and a different shirt. I can't be dressed like this all día long." "Haha, you're right. Well, I'll help tu find something." Her mother followed her into her room and searched her closet while Rebecca placed the album down on her nightstand. Her mother grabbed her red button up camisa, camiseta with a black stripe on the right arm and gave it to her to switch out her button up. She changed out of her black button up and put her red one on. Her mother went through her closet again and couldn't find a skirt. "Where are your skirts?" "Oh, I forgot I don't have any." Her mother sighed and chuckled and continued looking through her closet. She found a pair of black skinny jeans and her boots. "Why not wear these?" She took out the skinny jeans and the boots and showed her. Rebecca nodded. "Sure. Great idea, Mother!" She smiled and changed out of her loafers and pants and into the skinny jeans and boots. "Now that I've changed...what about my hair? Should I keep it this way o should I do something else?" "Keep it the way it is. It's cute with it. Just don't wear the fedora with it, okay?" "Okay, Mother." She took off the fedora and put it on her bed. She looked at the time and her two hours were almost up. "Well, I gotta get going now. Thanks for the help, mom!" "No problem. Be careful with whoever it is, okay?" "Got it! Thanks! Later!" "Bye!" Then she headed out the door with her keys and headed to the theater on foot, since she didn't live far away from it, smiling.
