For All Time I - It's The Falling In Love (Michael Jackson & Christina Grimmie)

First Love

Michael's POV

"I think it has to be crazier.", I said while listening to my crazy laugh at the beginning from 'Off The Wall'.

"Yeah, we'll try one more time.", Quincy said.

An hour later we finally found the perfect way to laugh on the track. It was quiet at the beginning and it got louder and crazier with time and I really liked that.

"So how are you going to call your very first Solo Album?", Quincy asked.

"Maybe 'Girlfriend'? I really like the song Paul wrote for me. Um.. But I am not sure yet.", I replied.

"I'll give you time 'til tomorrow to decide. We still have a lot of work to do. Next week you are going to have a photo shoot for this record.", Quincy explained.
"But for now, Good night"

"Yeah sure, good night, Q!", I said after leaving the studio.

We worked til 2 am and I was really tired. When I arrived home, all I wanted was some sleep but I couldn't resist calling Diana.

"Hello?", she whispered tired.

"Hello, did I woke you up?", I asked.

"Who's that?", she wanted to know.

"It's me Michael!", I said.

"No, I don't want any extra Channels for my Television, thanks.", answered and hung up.

Didn't she understood? It was me and not an annoying person who tried to sell his companies stuff.

I wanted to ask Diana if she would be my date for the Grammy Awards next year. I was nominated for favorite R&B Male Performance. My single 'Don't Stop Til You Get Enough' was presented, which made me really happy.

The next morning I went to the studio to make some finishing touches on my album. For me, everything had to be perfect and I tried my best.

"Good morning, so how are we going to call it?", Quincy asked when I arrived.

"Um.. help me decide between 'Girlfriend' and 'Off The Wall'.

"I would say 'Off The Wall' but it's your decision.", he said.

"Alright, we're going to call it 'Off The Wall', let's make this happen.", I replied excited.

"Mr. Jackson, there's somebody who would like to talk to you.", Quincy's secretary said after she entered the room.

"Alright, thanks.", I said.
"Hello? Michael Jackson here."

"Hello Michael, how are you?", the woman asked.

"I am fine, who's this?", I wanted to know.

"It's me Diana, why didn't you call me last night?"

"I called you but you hung up probably because you thought that I was some random guy with Television's.", I explained.

"Oh really? I am sorry for that Mikey.", she replied and laughed.

"And how are you?", I asked and smiled.

"I am okay but I would be so much better if you were here next to me.", she replied.

"Um..I", I stuttered.

"Do you remember that night on the Set of 'The Wiz'?", Diana asked.

"I um.. yes."

"Wanna experience the same thing today?"

The woman I loved offered me making love together. I couldn't be luckier but then I looked around and saw all the work, which had to be done. I loved Diana but I didn't wanted to let my fans hanging.

"I would love to.. but... I have a lot of work to do, I'm sorry.", I explained.

"Uh, alright then. Goodbye", she said with an annoyed tone.

"Wait! I have to ask you something very important.", I called.

"What is it?"

"Would you like to be my date on the upcoming Grammy Awards next year?", I asked.

"Uh.. Let me see.. yes I would like to be your date.", she answered.

"Good, thanks!", I said smiling.

"Goodbye, Mikey."

"Goodbye."

Diana would be my date on the Grammy's, I finally had to impress her! Every time I asked her to be my girl she refused, but this time it will work.

"So who's your date for the Grammy's?", Quincy asked out of nowhere.

"Diana Ross!", I replied smiling.

Diana was my first love, since I was a little boy. She taught me so many things growing up with Motown. She showed me how to draw and showed me that there's no age limit to love. Even though she was fourteen years older than me, she always treated me like I would have been as old as she is. She said that I was really smart for my age.
I would appreciate everything she has done for me and my brothers.

After hours of work I could finally go home and rest.
I hated sleeping alone. I hated being alone. Diana was the only one who understood me, even though we rarely spend time together for the last couple months.

But the distance didn't kept us apart. I thought of her every day.

She knew how it was being photographed and touched by random people outside. Those people may think that we have a perfect life but that wasn't true. Diana also knew how it was being all alone at home and rarely having someone to talk.

I wondered how many people felt this way.