This is a piece I wrote after some encouragement from this video entitled, "Michael Buble Fan Fiction: The BYU Dance"
"This is hopeless," Michael sighed, as he took a long sip from his water bottle he kept backstage. "How can I sing about love when I don't even know what it feels like?!"
"Michael, Michael... just take a deep breath." his manager coaxed. "We have this same conversation at every concert, but you somehow always manage to come through for me in the end. You'll be fine, now get back out there!"
"Not this time." The dreamy singer in a well-tailored suit asserted. He dragged a hand down his perfect face in an exasperated sigh. "This is my last performance, Chris. I can't do it anymore. It hurts too much! I need somebody to share my life with."
He sexily strutted back out to the stage set up in the Garden Court of the Wilkinson Student Center. He looked out at the sea of couples swaying to the music, and felt sadness well up in the very depths of his manly chest. Suddenly, the door to the Garden Court flew open, and in walked the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his life. His jaw dropped, and he completely missed his cue to come in on his hit song "Everything", but that didn't matter to him. Nothing mattered to him, but knowing the beautiful angel's name. He jumped from the stage and ran to meet the blonde bombshell.
"Hey, I'm Michael." he said, his eyes scanning her body from top to bottom. It was obvious from his expression that he liked what he saw.
"I'm Kylia Early." the beautiful co-ed replied. "I'm a mix of Norwegian and Danish. In a hot way."
"Obviously. I noticed that you aren't wearing a wedding ring."
"Neither are you." she pointed out quite observantly.
"Yeah, that Argentinian super model I married wasn't hot enough for me. I mean, now that I've seen you I don't even know what I liked about her. Let's dance." he said as he escorted her out to the floor.
Even though President Samuelson was there chaperoning the dance, he threw the honor code to the wind and let Kylia and Michael dance with their bodies pressed tightly together. It was obvious that their connection was established in the pre-existance. Dear old Cecil decided right there and then that a student as beautiful and desirable as Kylie, I mean Kylia, should be put on full ride scholarship indefinitely. And be granted automatic A's for any course she chose to take. And have her face painted next to the big "Y" on the mountain.
Michael slowly leaned down to her ear and whispered seductively, "Your calves aren't fat, they're super athletic looking. Plus that push up bra is really doing it's job; the girls look great."
"Oh, Michael," Kylia sighed, "you know just what to say to take a girl's breath away."
"Then say you will come away with me tonight. We will run away to New Zealand and I will sing beautiful poetry at you while you sit there and look hot." Michael begged, looking like an adorable puppy dog.
"Ok." said Kylia. They took a taxi to the airport where his private jet was waiting and they made out all the way to New Zealand. The End.
hahahahahahah!!!!
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