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                                                   -Alana-

                                    "Yes Mrs. Jenkins, we do have baked potatoes. Is that what you wa--"  "NoO!! I want my baked potatoes to be just like my husband used to make them before he died! DO YOU HAVE ANY BAKED POTATOES?!?!?" She screamed. I rolled my eyes and sighed while silently counting to 10 in my head so that i wouldn't lose my temper. 

                                     Mrs. Jenkins was an everyday visitor at this little urban diner right in the city of New York. Yup, working at a diner is the cherry on top of my horrible life. My name is Alana and it's currently October 17, 1987. Tomorrow is my birthday and i don't really have nothing to look for at all. I'm 27, turning 28 tomorrow. Whoop-dee-doo! I'm very short for my age-- 5'4 to be exact-- and i'm also what they call a mut. My momma told me that a mut is where someone is mixed with a lot of different cultures. I just happened to be mixed with 4 of them. My original race is African American. But i'm also Latino, Irish, French and Indian. My curly hair reaches right below my shoulders and my eyes are a nice light brown. I'm also very curvaceous and i'm not skinny at all. I'm nice and thick but not too thick. I have golden/caramel skin and a very unique personality. I'm not the type of girl to be walked all over. I mean, sure i could put on a fake smile once in a while... but if you push me to the limit, i'll snap your neck with no hesitation.

                                   "Mrs. Jenkins, how about the soup. Would you like some soup?" I asked, now with the most fake smile in the world. Her face softened. "Oh sweetheart. I would love some soup!" I gave her a real genuine smile this time and walked off.

                                 By 9:00, it was closing time and i was locking up. The bus ride home was long and tiresome and i freaking hated it! I got to my horrible apartment building and got into the burrito smelling elevator and rode up to my apartment. I struggled to put my keys in the lock but i finally did and i made it inside. "Ugh.... i hate my life." I said, banging my head on the door.

                               I went into my bathroom and began removing my clothes to take a shower. I stared at myself in the mirror and gently stroked a scar that was slanted and it went from under my left boob to the right side of my hip. I cringed and had a short flashback.

                                  -November 25, 1983-

                                  "I WANT TO LOVE YOU!! PYT, PRETTY YOUNG THANG! YOU NEED SOME LOVIN'! TLC, TENDER LOVE AND CARE, AND I'LLLL TAKE YOUU THEEERRREEEEEE!!!" Me and Tanya sung in the car. Me, Tanya just got from a club and she was very dunk. We were both laughin' and havin' a good time. I wasn't driving cause my best friend, Tanya, since birth said that she owned the car so she has to drive it since it's hers. I just shrugged it off. We were listening to Michael Jackson's Thriller. Michael Jackson is definitely my boo! I know every lil detail about him. I know his shoe size, his shirt size, his pants size.... But the only SIZE i don't know yet is HIS SIZE!! And you best believe that i'm determined to find out. "Hey Lana!!! Watch this!" Tanya said while taking her hands off the steering wheel and covering her eyes. I screamed and quickly reached for the steering wheel but she already beat me to it. "AHAHA!!! You so scared!"

                              "Oh my gosh, Tanya don't you EVER do that again.." I said, looking at my hands. She giggled and started to sing the rest of his song. All of a sudden i felt like we were swerving a little down the high-way. I still hadn't looked up from my hands. "Tanya, i think you should control the steering wheel a little more." I said. No response. "Tanya, i sai--" I looked over at her and she was passed out on the steering wheel. All of a sudden, i heard tires screeching, and i saw a flash of light. I heard Michael Jackson's "Thriller" playing from our CD and then everything went black.

                                  I cringed at my flashback and a tear rolled down my eye. Only one person survived that crash. And that person, was the girl looking back at me in this very mirror. I sighed and climbed into the shower. After my shower, i jumped in my bed and snuggled up, only to wake up at the sound of my phone. I groaned and answer the phone with an attitude. 

                                "Ugh, who is this!?" I spat into the phone.

 "Awww, no greetings for your lil sis?" The other person on the line said. A smile grew across my face.

    "Janie!!! Hey!!! What's up sis? Long time no talk." I said, while adjusting the corded phone so that it would be closer to me.

    "Guess who got their sister the most BEST birthday present EVER!?!?!" She squealed.

   I sighed. "What.....?" Knowing Janie, her presents were the worst. And i mean WORST. On my last birthday, she got me a shoe. And i litterally mean A SHOE. ONE SHOE THAT DIDN'T EVEN FIT.

    "I got us both... tickets and backstage passes to miCHAEL JACKSON'S BAD TOURRRR!!!" She screamed. I groaned and hit my head up against my headboard. "What? You don't like the gift?" She said, pouting a little.

    "No sis... it's just. I don't like HIM. After what happened to Tanya, i never listened to his music again." I said. She sighed.

     "Listen sis. I know it's hard but, you have to forget that okay? You don't have to like him, but i worked to darn hard and i spent a lot of money on these stupid tickets so you ARE going. No if's, And's or But's. I'll be there to pick you up at 12:30pm. You better be ready. BYEEE!" She said while hanging up. I slammed the phone down on the hook and plopped down on my pillow. My birthday is going to be a long and depressing day.

                "BEEEEEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP"

                I groaned and slammed my hand down on the clock. It was 12:00 and i panicked. "OH SNAP I HAVE TO GET READY!" I screamed while tripping over my covers to get out of bed. I took a shower and then dried my hair. I curled it into big curls and then i put on some eyeliners. Then i put on some dark red lipstick. I rummaged through my Jewelry box and put on two gold earrings, two gold bracelets and a gold necklace that spelled my name. I put on a Red halter top that showed my belly a little to reveal my belly button piercing, then i slipped on some black jeans and Black pumps with red on the inside. I heard a honk from below and i immediately rushed out of the building and into her car.

                 "Hey sistaaaa!!!" Janie squealed.

                "Hey. What time does the concert start?" I asked.

               "Uh.... at 1:00 but it takes about 25-30 mins to get there so.. yeah."

                "Oh. Okay. Well let's get this show on the road, shall we?" i said.

               "No wait.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY GURL!" She said, while wrapping her bare, skinny arms around me. She was wearing a short dress that stopped way to high above her thighs and some black pumps like me. She had short curly hair that made a bob and she cut a bang.

        "Thank you, now lets go!! I have to work at 5:00 so we have to get going!" I said while laughing. She raised one eyebrow but then sped out of the parking lot and to the stadium.

            We got there exactly 30 mins from when we left and we made it just in time to get our front row seats. The stage lights dimmed and My worst enemy stepped out onto the stage and began singing a song that i  never knew about. Throughout the whole show, i was beginning to bounce and dance along to the music, but then i realized what i was doing and i quickly stopped. Finally, the show ended and i was beginning to walk away when she grabbed my hand.

            "Nooo, we still have backstage passes! We get to meet the man himself!!" She while tugging me over to where two big bulky security guards were standing. I groaned as we showed them our I.D's and they led us backstage.

            "I can't believe i'm doing this...." I said, sighing and looking down at my fingers. I didn't want to face the man that i hated since that accident in 83'. 

           "Girl, just calm down. You don't gotta talk. I'll do all the talking." She said while giving me a reassuring smile. I nodded and we walked into the room. There was Michael and his manager Frank DiLeo sitting there. Frank looked at my little sister like she was a piece of meat while Michael looked at her in disgust at what she was wearing. We both sat down and i crossed my arms and turned my head. I decided not to listen to the conversation. I even ignored the fact that i felt Michael's intense stare burning through my flesh.

           "And what about you?" I heard Michael say. Janie nudged her elbow into my side and then i realized they were talking to me. I kept quiet and scoffed while rolling my eyes. I didn't even know what they were talking about, and i obviously didn't care, especially since it was coming from Michael. I looked back over at him for just a second and i noticed he had wore a confused expression on his face while staring at me once again.

            He looked away from me and shrugged. Then he asked the most stupidest question on this planet. "Did you girls enjoy the show?" He said.

            "Yeah! I thought it was awesome! I bet Alana did too. Right Alana?" She said. Michael looked over at me and his eyes lit up. I smirked and scoffed. "I hated it. He's got talent but it don't phase me. He's just another snobby entertainer." I said while looking right at him. His face was filled with hurt, anger and he looked a bit surprised. He scoffed and said, "Wow... snobby? Maybe you should listen to yourself before calling other people 'snobby'." He said while looking straight at me. My anger was at it's peek right now. "EXCUSE ME?" I said.

         "You heard me." He softly replied while laying back in the chair. Before i could say anything, Janie shot up and grabbed my wrist. "Uh, it was nice meeting you Michael. Thanks for seeing us." She said. He smiled at her then glared at me. I gave him the same glare back.

          "I knew going to that stupid concert was a bad idea!" I said yelling while Janie was driving me to my job. But she didn't respond. She gave me the silent treatment the whole ride there, but i didn't care at all. Whrn i got there, it was 5:13 and i rushed out of the car. I quickly flattened out my crop top that was my uniform shirt that i changed into in the car and walked inside. I finished up most of the chores and the boss decided to close early. Before i could close up, a limo pulled up outside and my boss hurried out of the office and told me to get on duty, if i want extra pay. I smiled and got behind the shop counter. 

           People in costumes with buckles and make up came from out of the limo, along with a short man that looked like Michael Jackson's boss, Frank. Then, my answers were answered. That was Michael Jackson and his stage crew. And since i was the only waitress there that night, i had to take there orders. I groaned. They all walked in and sat at the table in the back and i picked up my note pad and pen and slowly walked over to the table. I forced on a smile and stood in front of there table. "Hey yall, i'm Alana and i'll be your waitress tonight!" I said. Michael looked up at me and sighed. He looked over at everybody and said, "This is the girl i was telling you guys about."

            They all looked at me sideways and gave me disgusted looks except one girl with blonde and curly hair. She looked up at me with apologetic eyes. My smile disappeared as one of the guys spoke up.  "Eww. She gotta cut the size of state road seven on her belly." He said, making the whole table laugh. I frowned a little. I know i said earlier, that stuff like that would turn a click on in my head so that my temper would go off, but personal stuff like this got to me. "What in the heck is that thing. It's hideous. I bet she probably still a virgin. A guy takes a look at that and he's like, 'Pull out slowly and don't make a sound. The beast may not sense fear.' " . The whole table erupted and laughter and a tear rolled down my cheek. "Aww look!!! The wittle baby is crying... Maybe mommy can kiss that worm that's embedded across her stomach!!" A girl with dark black hair said. Everybody laughed once again and that switch flipped to on.

**Melody**

I woke up at 11:30 in the morning, feeling exhausted. I stayed up all night in my personal studio, working on some tracks to show Michael. I litterally stayed up until 4:00 in the morning to make sure that the tracks that i made, were up to his level.

At around 12:30, i left to go to the studio. When i got there, Matt was standing outside pacing. I got out of my car and smiled at Matt while he gave me a cold stare.

"MELODY! WHERE THE HECK WERE YOU HUH? YOU ARE 30 FREAKING MINUTES LATE, AND MICHAEL IS ALREADY INSIDE WAITING FOR YOU!?! YOU--"

"Listen, Matt. I'm sorry. Please Jus--"

"NO. SHUT UP. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANYTHING FROM YOU. YOU MIGHT AS WELL GET BACK IN YOUR CAR AND GO BECAU--"

"Matt?" A soft voice called from the back door. Matt's head shot towards the back door and he sighed.

"Yes Michael?" He asked

"What's goin' on? I hear you yelling and screaming from all the way inside the booth. Even Mac was covering his ears." Michael said with a chuckle. Matt gave him a small smile then spoke.

"Well, i was just talking to my employee, Melody. She was supposed to be here 30 minutes ago, and she's just arriving." He said, pointing his finger at me.

**Michael**

I looked over at the girl who Matt was pointing at, and my breath caught in my throat. I looked over her curvaceous body and felt my knees go weak. Her skin was a nice Caramel color and her eyes were the perfect shade of brown. Her lips were nice, pink, round and plump. She was wearing a black V-neck shirt, just low enough to show her cleavage  and some light jean shorts that looked like it was cut by her. Her hair was long and black, and it stopped right above her round butt. She was also wearing black pumps and that showed off her legs well. I bit my lip and walked out of the studio, going to stand by Matt.

 "Mr. Jackson.... I really want to apologize for being late. It's just that last night, i was up working on the tracks i'm supposed to show you today, because i wanted it to be up to your expectations. You're a remarkable entertainer and i--"  I held my hand up for her to stop.

"Listen, it's okay. I understand. And please call me Michael." I said, taking off my shades and looking into her eyes while shaking her hand. She blushed and looked away, while i giggled. Matt cleared his throat.

"So um... i guess we should be getting inside then. C'mon Melody." He said, gripping her arm and tugging her inside. I followed them inside and we all took a seat at the booth. Matt sat on the other side while Melody sat in the middle.

"Okay, Mr.Jack-- I mean, Michael... Here is the first track i want to show you." She said, popping the tape in and turning up the volume. When i heard it, i automatically started to bop my head up and down to the beat of the track. 

"Wow." I said softly. 

She giggled. "You like it?" 

"Yeah." I started to adjust the beat of the drum and then i put on a big smile.

The track ended and me and Matt clapped hard. "That was great! I like the chorus! Maybe i could use it for a song that i'm working on. Is it okay with you?" I asked her.

She smiled. "Sure!"

I smiled and threw my arm around her shoulder as we started to listen to other tracks. Out of the corner of my eye i saw Matt staring at my arm. Then he looked over at me.

"Hey uh... Mike? Don't you have to call your WIFE soon? She's probably worried about you.." He said with a smirk. Oh god. Melody looked over at me and said:

"You have a wife?"

I nodded.

"Oh.." She said, shifting her shoulders so that my arm would fall off. I gave her a confused look. "Oh uh... I just kind of felt awkward with your arm around me.. because you're married. And i don't want you to get in trouble with your wife." She said.

I let my hands drop in my lap and i played with my fingers. I looked up and Matt put his arm around her shoulder and smirked. I looked back down and cursed him under my breath.

**Melody**

Throughout the whole session of us listening to music, Michael kept glancing at me and Matt. It felt good to know that he's paying attention to me instead of ignoring me like most celebrities tend to do. But i also felt horrible inside because he's married, and now i REALLY know that i will never have  a chance with him. I liked him a whole lot and now, i would never get to tell him that. I wrote a lot about him in my Journal from when i was a little girl. There's a lot of stuff in there; Embarrassing stuff that i wouldn't want him to see OR read. 

When the session was over, He called after me as i was about to leave.

"Yeah Michael?" I said.

"Uh-umm..." He looked down and started to play with his fingers. "I wanted to ask you something but.. I'm not sure if.." He let his sentence trail off. I giggled at how adorable he was.

"You can ask me ANYTHING. Go ahead." I said, giving him a reassuring smile.

"Would it be weird if i..If i asked for your number?" He said, now burning into my soul with those gorgeous eyes of his. On the inside, i was jumping for joy, because THE Michael Jackson is asking for MY number. But on the outside i stayed calm. But then, realization hit me. He's married. What would his wife Amara think? I mean, they've been together since Thriller came out..

"U-um... i dunno Michael i mean.. What about your wife.. Amara?" i asked. He chuckled slightly.

               I sat in my office, tapping my pencil on my desk while brainstorming ideas for a new song. A short idea popped in my head and i wrote it down. I stared at it for a second, then i became frustrated. "Darn it! Why can't i write i freaking song! I've been doing this for 5 DANG YEARS." I said, while balling up the paper and slapping my hand over my head.

           The truth is, i actually KNEW the reason why i've had writers block for the past 7 months. 7 months ago, March 23, 1990, I had a big fight with my ex. And it was terrible and basically all his fault. Why you ask? Because he CHEATED ON ME. 

                 ~March 23, 1990~

He walked through the door with a smirk on his face. "Hey babe.." He said, coming up to me and kissing my shoulder while i was leaning on the counter, with my arms crossed. Usually, when he would do this.. i would give into him and he would take me upstairs and....well...yea. But tonight, i stood my ground. It was 1:54 am and he was just getting home.

He actually started coming home late this month. The first time he did it, he told me that his boss Karen, kept him late to work on some extra paper work. I believed him, only because i trusted him. The second time, i did get a little suspicious, but i let it slide 'cause i 'Trusted' him again. This was the THIRD TIME THIS FREAKING MONTH that he had been coming home late, spelling like perfume and his lips, 'Coincidentally' RED. 

"Babe? You okay?" He asked.

I gave him a look. "Really? You gon' come up inside MY house, this late at night, smellin' like you just ran yo skinny behind through a field of daisies and yo lips lookin' as red as a strawberry, and you expect me to be just, 'Okay.' " I said, raising my voice. He rolled his eyes.

"Baby, you know what i told you! Karen just had me working late, because i had to go ov--"

"Don't you DARE lie to me anymore Darel. Just tell me the truth! What's going on between you and your boss!" I said, shouting and crying at the same time. He reached for my arm but i yanked it away and shook my head. He sighed.

"Well... um I--" I interrupted him.

"You've slept with her, haven't you?" I said. He hesitated, but shook his head yes.

"OH MY--! DAREL, HOW COU-- I JUST CAN'T BE-- I DON'T--" I started tripping over my words. I then stopped and stared him right in the eye. "Do you love her?" I asked. He just stared at me. I clenched my jaw and balled my fist together. "Darel. Do-You-Love-HER?" I asked again. He looked down at his feet and shook his head yes. There was silence between us until he looked up at me and saw me sobbing. He tried to hug me but i pushed him away.

"Don't you DARE tocuh me!" I said shouting at him. He glared at me.

"Dang girl why you so mad! I love you too baby and you should kn--"

"Shut up Darel. Just go upstairs, get yo clothes and leave, before i throw everything you own, out the window!"

He looked at me with anger in his eyes then rushed upstairs.

  I sighed at my flashback. All of a sudden, my phone rang.

"Hello?" I said, with an annoyed voice.

"Hello? Mel?" My manager said through the phone. I sighed and said.

"What do you want Matt?" 

"I just wanted to check up on you... ya know. Because i haven't heard from you, since you and your ex divorced an--"

"Matt, shut up. I know for a fact that you don't care how i feel. You just have another project for me to work on." I said, beyond annoyed now.

"It's really not like that..but whatever. You see, i have a REALLY huge celebrity coming down to the studio tomorrow and i was wonderin' if you could lay down a few of your tracks for him. He just needs some ideas to continue this new beat he's working on, and--"

"Okay, okay, okay. What ever. I'll be there tomorrow. Just, PLEASE stop nagging me about this. But who is this 'Huge' celebrity anyway?" i asked.

"Now, don't freak out. But his name is... Michael Jackson." He said.

I sat at my desk, frozen, with the phone to my ear. Michael Jackson? THE Michael Jackson! Now, i've worked with A LOT of superstars. But working with Michael Jackson, is my dream! I've always had a crush on him, ever since i was a kid. But working with him is an honor!

"Hello? Meloddyy.... You there?" Matt said. I snapped out of my thought and turned my attention back to the phone.

"Uh.... Y-yea... Sorry. I was just... thinking." I said. I heard Matt chuckle.

"Thinkin' bout what? How you gon' hump him tomorrow?" He said while laughing. I snickered.

"Hahaha Very funny Matt. But no. I was just excited to be working with my #1 idol!" I said. He laughed again.

"Okay... Whatever you say Mel. Well, i gotta go. I need to call up Michael and tell him that we've found him someone to show him the tracks. Go on to bed and go have that wet dream of yours about Michael." He said while giggling.

Michael:

Me:

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