Cindy (also known as Allison) lives in New York with her roommate Linda, who has cancer. After meeting a strange old man, Cindy is sent to a different dimension and ends up back in time during Michael Jackson's life starting in 1988.
She is followed...
"Karen is going to be here in a moment," Michael said, adjusting the cuff of his shirt as he stood near the fireplace.
"Karen who?" Wanda asked, sprawled across the couch with one leg hanging over the armrest.
"His makeup artist," I replied, looking away as I tightened my lips.
Michael immediately narrowed his eyes at me. "Was that some jealousy I just saw?" he asked with a grin.
"No!" I gasped.
"Okay, third wheel again, guys," Wanda said, blinking dramatically at us. "Also, I know we're in 1991 now, but people should still dress like it's 1984. I hate 1991."
Before I could answer, the front door opened.
"Hello, beautiful people!" Karen announced cheerfully as she stepped inside carrying a large makeup case.
"Karen!" Michael exclaimed, walking over to hug her. She hugged him tightly before turning toward us.
"So, are you excited for today, girls?" Karen asked, setting her bag down.
"Very," Wanda answered before pointing at me. "But not nearly as excited as Cindy. She loves Whoopi Goldberg."
I immediately groaned and Karen burst out laughing.
"Oh, honey, that's adorable." Then her eyes landed on me. "And speaking of adorable, I have the perfect dress for you." She clasped her hands together dramatically. "And Michael, darling, we have the best suit ever for you."
Hours later, Neverland had transformed into a whirlwind of stylists, clothes, makeup brushes, and garment bags. Karen was standing over me with a blush brush while I sat at the kitchen table.
"People are going to lose their minds when they see you two together tonight," Karen said as she dusted blush across my cheek.
"You think so?" I asked nervously.
"I know so," Karen replied. "You and Michael are going to look hot together."
I nearly choked. From another room I heard Wanda's voice. "Okay, you ready?"
The kitchen door swung open.
"Show me!" I called.
Then Wanda stepped inside. I stared. Big curls. Bright red lipstick. And a black dress covered in giant stars. I blinked.
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"You're wearing that?" I asked.
"Hey," Wanda said defensively, pointing at herself. "I ain't wearing those fancy celebrity dresses, okay? I don't want to feel like something I'm not." She rolled her eyes.
"A celebrity." I looked down at my own expensive gown. Suddenly I felt self-conscious."Does this make me someone I'm not?" I asked quietly.
