Videographer..
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Summary: You are Michael’s long-time girlfriend. For the past couple of Years, Michael has bought a camera and hundreds of tapes and has recorded you. Here are just a few moment that were captured.
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June 17th of 1978
You were getting ready for an awards show, softly humming to yourself as you did touch-ups on your makeup. You heard the soft sounds of hurried footsteps coming down the hall. “Michael?” you called out, putting on your earrings. You were in the walk in closet so you couldn’t see him. “Micheal? honey? are you there?” you asked again stopping your motion, now raising brow. maybe this was a prank he was doing. You walked out of the closet.
“BOO!” he shouted. You jumped a gasp escaped you. He was laughing, covering his mouth as he held a shiny new toy. “Michael, that wasn’t funny!” you said playfully, slapping him and shaking your head. “What’s that?” you asked, crossing your hands. “It’s a camera! quincy gifted it to me after filming today; isn’t it cool?” he said excitedly, holding it up to his eye. You nodded your head. “Are you recording me right now?” you asked, raising a brow. He shyly smiled, and his cheeks turned red. “Maybeeee,” he said, moving it away slightly from his eye. You giggled, rolling your eyes. “Well, get dressed; we’re gonna be late!” you rushed. Michael groaned and turned off the camera, placing it on the bed before stepping into the closet.
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March 10th of 1980
You were in the living room. Sitting on window bed reading a book and sipping your coffee. After a couple minutes you feel as if you’re being watched. you peeked your head up looking around the living room. it seemed completely empty. you shook your head softly trying to shake the weird feeling. Till you heard a small noise from behind a large pillar. You peeked up again finally noticing the red beeping dot.
“Michael, what are you doing?” you question as he makes his way out from behind the pillar. “Sorry, you just look so pretty,” he said with a smile, making your cheeks turn pink as he walked closer, still holding the camera to his eye. “How long were you recording me?” you asked with a smile, closing your book. “5? 10? minutes” he answered, his shy little smile returning as he zoomed in and out on you from his above angle. “You’re such a stalker!” you said softly, hitting his thigh with your book. “Heyy! I can’t help it when you look so beautiful,” he mumbled, finally moving the camera away from his face, allowing you to place a soft kiss before shushing him off.
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February 28th 1984
Today was Grammy's day. You were getting all dolled up when Michael was taking videos on his camera about his outfit. (a fit check, you can say) “Mike? Can you fix my dress?” you asked. He set the camera down on a dresser. You felt his shake as he zipped up your dress. “Michael,” you giggled, turning to face him. “You are a wonderful, amazing, and gifted artist; you will win something, and if you don’t, that doesn’t make you any less successful,” you spoke warmly and comforting. Michael let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and held your hands, bringing them up and kissing them softly. “You’re right, dear,” he mumbled.
You guys rushed out into the limo. He had his glasses in hand, and you… You had a camera in your purse. You sat next to Michael, holding his hand, running your thumb over his hand, trying to make him less anxious. Till…his name was called. Album of the Year, you took out the small camera and filmed him receiving his award. Then again for Record of the Year, then again, again, and again. Till he walked out with 8 Grammys and a huge smile on his face.
Back in the limo, he was so happy and was talking about the whole thing, just like he did to you countless times. You took out the camera and recorded. “You brought it?” he asked excitedly, trying to reach for it. “No, no, keep talking,” you said with a sly smile. He rolled his eyes playfully and went on talking about the night.
Till he stopped.
“Did you record me all night?” he asked. You shrugged your shoulders. “You’ll find out later,” you teased, earning a small chuckle.
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July 15th of 1986
You were in micheal’s home recording room. Looking through the records he has. “micheal?” “hm?” “Have you written any songs about me?” you asked with a smile. You knew he’s made several on OTW and Thriller but just wanted to hear it again. He chuckled fidgeting around with his new camera and tape.
“The whole Off The Wall album is about you,” he said, looking at you. You smiled, “Sounds about right.” You giggled. You turned back to find the OTW album, grabbed it, and took it out of the cover, placing it on the record player.
‘Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough’ started playing.
You giggle as you try to copy Michael’s signature dance movements. Failing at the moonwalk as he giggled. Like he always does, he pressed record on the camera and recorded you in awe. “Oh wow, babe, you’re a natural,” he cheered as he propped up the camera on the sound board. “But let me show you how a pro does it,” he teased.
The camera recorded, but by the time he remembered it was on, the tape was used up, and you guys had a laugh watching it back.
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I hope you enjoyed, and sorry I only focused on OTW and thriller Michael, lmk if you want a part to the next two eras of Michael!
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