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...
"Are you alright?" MJ looks back and ask me as I sit on the couch, stuffed, courtesy of the lunch he had for me, in the studio at their home. Randy, Michael, and Janet are all working on master mixing a track from Michael's album Off The Wall. I can't help but feel entertained as they argue. Typical sibling drama.
"Here eat this while I help them" "I'm fine. I'm 115lbs, I think I'm okay" Aliza laughs. She can't believe how generous MJ is being. Michael turns back to face Randy and Janet... "Okay, Janet...on the beat give me what you've got." MJ says and does his famous dance move with his hip out and opposite lifted. Aliza laughs... "What" MJ smiles "Nothing, I just love your voice as the theatrics. It's so calming to my anxiety." She kinda blushes unknowingly "Gee thanks....okay Randy hit the switch. We gotta hurry so I can help Liza with a song" "It's no rush, Michael. I'm off today" "Ok but I have something to do later" Aliza slightly embarrassed.
Aliza POV I wake up not even realizing I fell asleep in the studio. Stevie Wonder is playing and it's now dark outside. I get up to look for Michael and I find him in the studio booth...looks like he was writing.
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"Hey. Sleeping beauty awakes" "Why didn't you wake me...I thought we were gonna work on the song." "We have time...besides I didn't wanna wake you. I know what it's like to need rest." "Hmm thanks" Aliza says breaking eye contact. "So let's get started!" She says at the clap of her hand "I have to run out. Maybe tomorrow. I promise we'll get to it. " MJ says worried she may be upset "Fine. Sure. I'm meeting with Prince tomorrow so let's play it by ear." She can't help but notice Michael tenses up. "Great. We will do just that" MJ forces himself "Cool" Aliza says rubbing her palms together "Okay, come on" MJ says grabbing her hand walking outside. "What-Mich-where are you taking me" "Home. I'm gonna take you home besides I'm headed out anyway." "That's nice but you don't have to." "It's done. I already have a ride picking us up." We walk across the courtyard and into the house. It's about to rain. I have to get home soon so I can write. The rain is my sun. "Put this on." MJ hands me a jacket "Thanks."
The ride pulls up and we leave Hayvenhurst. "What's the address, Aliza?" MJ asks me "I already gave it to him while you were locking up." "I think I know where this is." The driver says "Pardon?" MJ says "Great!" I say to just get some quietness
I'm looking out the window and I'm in a daze. Suddenly I look over at Michael-AND OH MY GOD. It's hitting me! I'm in a fucking car with Michael Jackson. I think I was numb for so long and now everything is hitting me. I stare intensely at him. His shades are on and I think he's asleep. I almost pinch myself. I roll the window down letting the sprinkles of rain hit my face. The moon is out. Gosh this is real. 'Breathe Aliza. Do not embarrass yourself in front of this man' I think to myself. The driver better hurry up. I'm gonna explode. I can't let Michael see this side of me, he already carries an undetected ego. Little does he know I have a journal with songs I wrote for him. My dream. How will I ever tell him. Fuck, no. I can't base my careers on him. Who knew music could be so hard.
We arrive to the house about 25 mins later and I hop out but the jacket gets caught to the door. "Shit!" I says agitated Michael pops his head up from his car nap. "Oh we're here. Let me help you." "I got it. Look fixed already" "Is this where you live?" He looks at me worried. I know Encino is luxury living but Hidden Hills is luxury. Like Silk and Satin. Close enough. "Kinda. Sorta. Sarah is letting me crash to give me a break from hotels. They tend to get a little-" "Lonely"'they say together "I'll walk you up." "No, I'm good. Thanks. See you later" "Ill call you tomorrow. I'm sorry about today. Hayvenhurst stays pretty busy" "I enjoyed myself" did I really just say that aloud. "Nice. Go in before you get soaked" MJ reaches out and kisses me on the cheek.
I run up and once I shut the door I SCREAM. I gotta pee. I undress and I remember I have his Jacket on. I sit the keys down on the table and grab my mail. I run into the bathroom and there's another letter from Ben.
I rip it open and there are two pages. I read it and I feel joy. The way he compliments me. The facts that it's no pressure. His words are freeing. God, it feels good to have a friend. Just a friend. I can't fall for Ben. Some days he like my favorite long distant cousin; others I imagine marrying him. Only, I can't see it clearly. It's like a having a free therapist. The only time I feel like I'm being listened to is when I sing. This feels different. I'm glad we met. It fills me up to know I'm helping him as he is helping me. This is what life is about. I planned to tell Ben off because he's getting in a habit of writing me weeks apart. But this letter, it's out that to an end. I can't wait to see him.
I look down at my feet and it happens again. My chest tightens and sadness consumes me. It's a surreal moment when you look up and everything around you doesn't feel real yet you know it is. I could have sworn I was just home in my own bathroom having shower concerts. 'God, stay with me' I think... 'You're real, this is real, it's about to get real' And I realize in that moment, like an message from God above, my life is about to change completely. It's like being in a rollercoaster in front while it slowly goes up and the anticipation of going down eats you up.
I go into the living room and write my letter to Ben...Once I'm done, I write and write. Eventually, I stop to call back home and catch up. My mom tells me my cousin, who lived with us years ago, is back. I'm so excited. I love him. Damn. I gotta go home. I call my manager to confirm my schedule and book my flight home for next week.
Sarah comes in and she's look exhausted. She barely said two words before she went into her room and climbed into bed.
The phone rings and I pick it up thinking it's Izzy. "Yello!" I say playfully but seriously I hear a laugh and it's sounds like MJ "Yello-back at you. I'll have a car ready for you in two days. They'll call you." "Excuse me sir-who do you think I am? I'm actually busy." "I'm sorry I'll reschedule. How about Friday evening." "Hmm I'll let you know and besides how'd you get this number mister?" "I'm Michael Jackson...I'm kidding! I had Bill look up the address on the phone directory."
MJ POV "...Aliza are you there?" "Yeah-I'm busy right now. Call me Friday" "Really, what are you doing" "I'm-uh-watching tv" "Oh that's sounds really busy" I say sarcastically "Well it is. The news is reporting a man that calls people demanding they jump when he says jump. That's a real problem, I should go I don't wanna run into this guy." She shoots back sarcastically "Yeah we wouldn't want that. Are you alone in the storm?" "...no. Sarah is here. Wanna talk to her?" "I called for you" "But you know Sarah" "But I called for you. I'll see Sarah tomorrow. I won't hold you any long-" "Goodnight Michael" she hangs up I laugh to myself. She's different. I like her
AUTHOR NOTES: Hey my loves!! I'm so happy Michael is coming around with Aliza. I can't lie I get a bit worried for Aliza because this lifestyle she's entering is new for her. Stay on this journey with Michael and Aliza to see what happens.
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