Michael Jackson Imagines

8 Grammys For Him And 2 Grammys For Me

You walk out of the limo and enter the huge arena where the annual Grammys are being held.

You enter and your ears are literally blown out by all the screaming.

You're wearing a black long strapless dress with a high slit by your leg and black pumps. Your hair was long and straight and pulled back out of your face.

You enter the arena and walk all the way down the isles until you get to your row where your seat is.

"Right this way Ms. (Y/L/N)." The lady says, as she directs you to your seat.

It turns out your sitting 3 seats over from Michael Jackson.

You were here tonight because you were nominated for your album, and the award was best female pop album of the year.

A little into the show, Michael has already won 5 Grammys. Just as they are about to announce the winner for the best album Michael leans over to you.

"Hey, I hope you win (y/n)." He says, smiling.

"Me too." You say, laughing.

And the winner is......... (Your full name)

The whole crowd cheers and as you are about to walk on stage, Michael gets up and hugs you, and congratulates you.

You walk up to the stage to give your quick speech and you feel Michael's eyes staring into you.

"This award is a tremendous honor. Words can not describe how happy and thankful I am. I want to thank my label and beautiful producers. I also want to thank my loving and dedicated fans for helping this album. I love you all so much. Without you I am simply nothing. Thank you so much." You say, smiling with tears almost forming in your eyes.

You walk off the stage and meet Michael's trance and give him a polite smile.

After the whole award ceremony, Michael racked up a total of 8 Grammys, so you head over to the after party.

You talk a little bit to a bunch of people before you feel a tap on your shoulder.

"Congratulations (y/n)!" He says smiling brightly.

"Thank you so much, and congratulations to you for winning 8!" You say surprised, "You look absolutely beautiful tonight." He says, biting his lip.

"Thank you." You say turning a bright shade of red.

"I would really like to get to know you more. Give me a call at this number, and we schedule a date if you would like." He says, handing you a sheet of paper.

"I would love to know you more too, and I will definitely call you." You say, as you turn around to walk away.

All the sudden you feel two big hands on your waist as you're spun around. Unable to comprehend what was happening, you feel lips touching yours.

You continue the passionate kiss as cameras are flashing.

When you pull away you see that it was Michael.

"You better call me!" He says, walking away smirking.

"Oh, I will." You mumble under your breath as you walk away to get into your limo.

The next day you walk over to the mailbox to get the mail, and see that you and Michael kissing at the Grammys is front page of the newspaper. You smile to yourself, "Perfect." You say under your breath smiling uncontrollably.