My Love, Michael (Michael Jackson x Reader)

Interview

"Nice to see you again, Mr Jackson!" said Y/N's dad. Then, he noticed her. "And...nice to see you again, too, Y/N...what on Earth are you doing here?"

Y/N debated pretending she was there to bring him lunch on behalf of her mother, but she knew it would somehow get back to her mother if she did, and blow her cover. "Um...I saw Michael on the street again and he asked if I wanted to come along and see what interviews are like."

"I told her she could take after your footsteps," Michael added, smiling along with it.

"Ah! Well! Thank you, Michael, that's very thoughtful!" said Y/N's dad, Hugh. It made her cringe how much her father's attitude switched to being a lickass when it came to celebrities. She supposed it was part of his job as a producer, though.

"It's my pleasure," said Michael with a smile. "I believe in communities. A lot of the families on our street can be hostile, but I wanted to help your daughter fit in."

"What better way of fitting into LA than being seen with the one and only Michael Jackson!" Hugh gushed.

"Oh, don't flatter me," said Michael with a laugh.

"Well, you're certainly helping me fit into LA today," Hugh said to Michael.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm going to be the one interviewing you today!"

"I thought you directed!" said Michael.

"Yeah, well, it's a new place. The competition is big out here in LA, so I figured it best to branch off in as many ways I can," said Hugh. "I didn't know it was you I'd be interviewing, though!"

"Ah, I see." Michael smiled.

"Well, Mr Jackson, would you care to take a seat whenever you're ready?"

"Of course."

The setup was average. There were cameramen, sound mixers, men who adjusted the lighting and chairs, and even runners who brought coffee and snacks to the producers. I waited on a chair behind the camera as Hugh and Michael sat down on the two seats placed opposite one another. Then, the producers quietened down for the interview to begin.

"So, Michael, thank you for coming here today," said Hugh with a smile on his face.

"No problem, thank you for having me."

"So, I wanted to start off the interview by asking the question that all of the Moonwalkers have been dying to know."

"Yes?" asked MJ with a smile.

"When is some new music coming out? Do you have any in the works?"

"Yes, I do, I'm always writing music," Michael said softly and slowly. "Even when you can't hear it, it's happening. Don't give up on me!" Michael added in a sweet joking tone.

"That's good to hear. I think you just saved a few lives there by telling us that!" joked Hugh. Y/N cringed at how her father was acting; it was so embarrassing.

"I'm glad," said MJ.

"My second question here, Michael, and I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything...but how is your love life going?" Hugh asked enthusiastically. "Now, I'm sure you know, but as well as fans, you have a lot of admirers who are hoping they'd still have a chance."

Michael looked up at me, giving me a quick glance, and then looked down at his hands shyly. "Love is such a beautiful thing," he said in that adorable voice of his. "But there are so many forms of love. I love helping people, I love making music, I love playing video games...of course, human connection is a wonderful thing, but the media puts too much emphasis on romance. You know, I love my friends, my family..."

(The POV is switching to first person from Y/N from now on! If you want me to switch back then just tell me!)

Now I was the one who looked down at my hands. I was hoping for a better answer; Michael didn't seem remotely interested in dating. But then I dug my nails into my hands in frustration at myself...of course Michael wasn't about to start referencing me! I'd met him yesterday, and we'd hardly even spoken! I needed to humble myself!

"It's nice to hear a celebrity as popular with the ladies as you are, Michael, who remains so humble about it!" exclaimed my father.

*

After the interview was over, my father approached me first. "Honey, I'm so glad you're taking an interest in film. I can finally start paving a future for you, and it's about time you had some sort of an idea of what you want to do with your life."

"Yeah, I know..." I lied. I wasn't doing this because I was interested in the camerawork at all, or anything like that. I just wanted to spend time with Michael, of course.

"How do you feel about coming along with me to work some days...or as many days as you want? The best way you can get to know this industry is by spending time in it, and you're fortunate enough that your own father works in it."

I searched my mind for excuses. There was no way I wanted to follow my dad around to his work every day like a lost poppy. And, besides, I still hated celebrity culture! Michael was just...different. "Um, dad, I...I'm not sure. I wanna do this myself. I'm twenty-four now, I'm not a kid. I don't wanna leech off my family's success."

"You know what, Y/N? What you just said makes me even more proud. That's the daughter I raised." He hugged me, and I loosely placed my hand on his back.

That wasn't really the type of daughter he raised. My parents were lovely people, and they raised me to be good-hearted, too...but they definitely didn't raise me to be independent. They had never encouraged me to go off and do my own thing. They had never encouraged me to grow up. They still did everything for me, and I knew that they thought they were just being caring parents...which they were...but, I wanted to have my own life outside of my family...and it was about time that happened.