SOFT SPOILER
"I wanna marry you"
"I can't marry you"
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Michael Jackson, the worlds' largest super star known to man, gets lonely when it's bedtime.
Aliza, an upcoming artist has so much to prove to Michael as she hopes to one day compose a...
MJ POV I'm getting ready for this NYE party at Quincys house. Tonight I won my Grammys for Thriller. Finally. There are no words for this moment. I've already started writing for my next album.
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I was able to put her off my back for a while. I have a date with Brooke Shields tonight. I adore her. She's a true friend. We have big plans. I'm in my Groove tonight. Jermaine of course is coming and he insist on bringing Dessi, his mistress that acts as his assistant. I don't know why he can't leave the drama at home. Anyway! I'm going into the new year with a bang. Owww
Aliza POV "Okay, pose!! Yesss. Work it mama. Fabulous!" Sarah is my hype man. It tickles me how she's become so urban.
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Maybe I'm rubbing off on her. These past few months have been rewarding. I'm preparing to start my album and I couldn't be happier. I'm away from my family most times but one day I'll afford to move them out west. I'm looking forward to seeing all the artist tonight. I've grown closer with them these last couple of months, with the exception of a few like Michael. He's so nice yet so stand off ish. He helped me with my harmonizing a new song Mr.Woo wrote just for me but he didn't want to help me compose the background notes, claimed he had to go do some press. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was a bit jealous. I've kinda gone out my way to show him I'm not a pushover. We debate a lot. Now that I'm thinking about it. I'm not fond of him. Okay I take that back. I admire his work. He even took my song and help me rewrite to better go with the track Quincy produced. Ugh it's like he refuses to acknowledge my personality. Fuck it. I know he sees it. Everyone does. They teased me when I first joined Epic about how I was the female Michael Jackson, outside of Janet. I was flattered now I'm not. MJ better watch it I'm coming for his spot.
Later that evening Quincy Jones House All guest are arriving and the energy is alive. Every star is here. The Ojays. Prince. Diana Ross. The Jackson family. Eddie Murphy. James Brown. Phyllis Hyman. Billie Dee Williams. Cyndi Lauper. Patrick Swayze. Whitney Houston. The list goes on... Liza arrives only to find that she's seated at the same table as *picks name card up* Michael Jackson et Brooke Shields.
Wait a second "Sarah, didn't Quincy put you in charge of the seating arrangements? Why on earth would you place us *I put the card to her face* at the same table? "Well Quincy made sure to tell me to put you two near the front and it messed all my other seating up so I rushed it and it just happened. Look ignore him. I know you both, for whatever reason, have the rivalry but tonight is a celebration for everyone." "Fine." I take a shot of my champagne. I'm gonna need it.
One Hour Until 1985 I mean seriously who does he think he is. He was late and showed up with model Brooke Shields and has his glasses on. He waved at me when I spoke. Tuh . He's a mess. I sang my song and I couldnt help but notice he kept moving. As if me singing made him uncomfortable. So jealous.
Quincy makes an announcement "I would like to personally thank every and each person here tonight. This industry is blessed to have legends like you all. I want to take a moment to highlight Michaels *everyone cheers* on breaking the worlds record of best artist ever. Ever! Michael come on up son and speak" Mike gets up there and thanks everyone. Somehow his speech ends up being about hard work and sacrifice. He hints to how nothing comes over night and he's seen artist come and go. He's so shady. He goes on and on. Again, thanking everyone. Then he sings. Ugh. And it's my favorite song of his. 'Lady in my life'. He points to his mom and then pretty much every lady in here except me. What a way to make his date feel special. I can't help but want to groove to it. Sarah is rocking side to side and I can't lie she has some rhythm. Me on the other hand, I'm unimpressed by his class act. However; this moment in his life. He's so deserving of it. I start small talking with the one and only Aretha Franklin. I even go as far to gets so pics of us.
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"Wait, where are you going" "I'm gonna go call my family before the ball drops. They are back home waiting for me to call but we probably won't get back until late" And I wanna write Ben. He won't get it tonight of course but I can time stamp it. Last one for the year. After a about 15 minutes I come back in and we prepare to count down. "Raise your glasses everyone" 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1- HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! 🎊 Wow. I'm blessed. Another year. I'm so ready. I hug a few people around me and then me and Sarah cheers again and take drink back. And scream in each other faces like maniacs. I look over and to my surprise, Michael is staring at me. I can't see his eyes because it's dark and those shades. Guess he likes what he sees. Hmm he can kiss it where the good lord split me. Cheers to that!!
