Michael Jackson One-Shots

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Y/N's Point of View

Today was the day I would be a star in the music video of one of my favorite Michael Jackson songs of all time.

The Way You Make Me Feel.

I didn't bother much doing my hair since I knew a team would be waiting for me so they could do it themselves.

I got selected amongst a group of ladies who had also requested to portray as Michael's lover. Of course, some of them were offered the roles of the three other girls who were supposed to be my friends in the video.

I was never as nervous as I am now. I was sitting in my car outside of my house, waiting for a jerk of confidence to make me press the gas pedal so I could back out of the driveway. I was a little early yet, so even if I arrived before I could enter the building, I'd probably sit in the parking lot, worrying they'd change their minds or something.

I turned the radio on to keep my mind from thinking the worst. I didn't even care if I didn't like the songs. I just needed some kind of background noise other than the car's engine.

I wondered if Michael was going to be how everyone said he was. I'd heard such great things about him, like how sweet he was to everybody. I had seen a few videos of him, like interviews rather than music videos like Thriller or Rock With You. And he did seem like one of the most genuine people on earth. So I didn't know whether I'd make a fool of myself in front of him or impress him.

The audition process was different than I'd imagined. First, Michael wasn't there to watch. In fact, they recorded every girl for Michael to watch back to see what he liked. I'm assuming it was safer for him since he'd probably get trampled.

The reason that he enjoyed my dance routine so much to the point where he chose me to be his love interest is beyond me. Of course, there were quite a few pretty girls who auditioned too...

The most nerve-wracking part of the recording was surely to be the kiss at the end. Boy, not only did I admire his work, but his looks too. Michael was like no other man I'd laid eyes on. And here I was, sitting in my car about to leave to work with him.

When I did arrive, my stomach was lurching. I grabbed my water bottle and didn't hesitate any further because I knew I'd be sitting there all day if I did.

I opened the door with a shaky hand and found a woman sitting at a desk.

"Hi," I said. "I'm here for the filming for Michael Jackson."

"Studio C." She pointed to a door on my left side.

"Thank you." I took off my jacket since I started getting warm. I looked at myself in the mirror, thankful I didn't seem too flustered.

I found the correct studio and hesitated once more. I had my hand on the door handle, but I was frozen. Maybe I should knock? I didn't want to barge in and be disrespectful-

I jumped a little when the door opened. It wasn't Michael. "Oh, hi there! Are you Y/N?"

I swallowed hard. "Yep, that's me!"

I mentally slapped my forehead. How dopey was that response?

"Michael's getting his hair done. I think they're ready for you too, but I'd let the professional know you're here first. I'm Joe Pytka, by the way. I'm the director."

I wanted to say it was great to meet him, but he walked away too quickly.

I walked into the studio and was amazed by all the people there. A few people worked on techy things, like lighting and fixing camera lenses. All I cared about was looking for Michael.