Dirty Diana

Chapter 2

Dirty Diana Part 2
(Still Alana's P.O.V.) "Yes girl! And I'm gonna be the one walkin' down the carpet with you.." She sang. "Oh alright.. You think I'll get anything...?" I asked biting my lip nervously as I wondered if I really would get an award. I had suddenly hit highest sold records for my recently released album Thriller. But I wasn't expecting awards so soon.
"Think..? I know Ally. Your Thriller sold highest number of copies ever recorded! You even beat Mr. King of Pop Michael Jackson." She cheered emphasizing his name.
"Right.. " I laughed. "He's going to be at the recording studio too right..?" I asked curiously. "I'm guessing so.. Uncle told me he invited Michael... Why..?" I could just see her smirk across the line. I didn't have to see it. I could feel it. "I'm just asking! Don't get anything in that crazy head of yours..." I warned. "Anyway.. I should be getting ready now.. I'll see you at the studio! And if I'm late.. Let Quincy know why alright..?" I smiled. "You got it.. Better hurry.."
"Yeah I will.."
"Alright bye Ally"
"Bye girl.." And with that I placed the phone down on the receiver sighing. It was hard these days to at least get a day without work... Not that I disliked work.. I just needed rest.
I shuffled out of my soft silk down blankets and comforted my feet in my teal plush slippers. I dragged myself to my ensuite bathroom and freshened up.
After brushing, washing, showering and any other business I had to do in the bathroom I headed out wrapped in a soft towel the hugged my wet body. I rushed to the closet to get something to wear.
There were innumerable amounts of clothes in my closet. I had a huge passion for fashion you could say. Whenever I had the opportunity, I'd dress up. I liked classy. It was just my thing. My closet was huge.. A large room basically. Filled with clothes, half of them I've never even worn before.
I reached in for an animal print jacket that was hanging on one of the hangers still wrapped in it's plastic cover✨