Remember The Time: An MJ Love Story

Part One

Kierra

"There's no way I'll make it to this interview on time," I tell my assistant, Todd Vanderhal. The traffic on Interstate 290 is always bad, but today, it takes jammed to a whole different meaning. This is mayhem and all plans have been halted. I knew I should have left an hour early.

"But it's with one of the biggest stars in America," Todd starts.

"Is it my fault Chicago can't build a bigger interstate," I reply.

"You shouldn't even be on 290," Todd responds.

Now his ass decides to tell me. I mean, I know I shouldn't be mad at him because of Chicago's bad traffic, but a little heads up would've been nice. All this damn waiting could have been easily avoided.

"Look I'll be there in--- YO BLACK CAR! HOW 'BOUT A TURN SIGNAL," I yell after a truck cuts me off. Some of these people clearly got their license yester-fucking-day. If I have to get out of my car, I know a damn thing.

"Still as feisty as ever. Have fun with the King of Pop," Todd laughs and hangs up, leaving me dumbfounded. No need to explain who he's talking about. Michael Jackson went for several years without doing any interviews. Every big named reporter tried to contact him, but he turned them all down. I took a shot in the dark and reached out to his people. I didn't think he would respond, so I let it go and begin looking for other celebrities to interview. Imagine my surprise when his assistant said he had given me the green light. Little ole me? All I can think as I'm driving is why did he agree? He could have talked to anyone else, but he agreed to meet with me.

"I must be special," I giggle, finally getting off the interstate and cruising the rest of my journey.

Michael

"Where is she," I ask my assistant, blood boiling.

I waited for two hours for this woman and she hasn't shown up yet. If it's one thing I can't stand is when people run late and don't contact me. I didn't seek her out, she came for me. The least I can get is an update.

"She's on her way. Her assistant said traffic was awful," my assistant, Ashley, responds.

"Tell her to hurry or else, it's a wrap," I growl, removing my shoes and dismissing Ashley.

An interview in Chicago seemed like a good idea because I was going back to Indiana to visit a few family members, but I'm stuck waiting for an interviewer who is two hours late. I also enjoyed this girl's work and wanted to meet her. But obviously, Miss Kierra does not work properly on time.

I check my watch again. "Are you serious," I groan.

The hotel phone rings, breaking me out of my train of thought. This better be good news.

"Hello," I answer, frustration apparent in my voice.

"Mr. Jackson. A Kiera Walker is here to see you," the receptionist says.

A cute southern accent yells out in the background, "It's Kierra!" Finally!

I chuckle and add, "Okay. Send her up."

I'm glad she's finally here. Now I can give her a piece of my mind about being late. Ten minutes later, there's a knock on my door. I prepare myself to lecture her about the importance of being on time as I open the door but then, I see a gorgeous brown skinned beauty standing before me.

"Hi. You must be Kierra," is all I can muster. Judging from the look in her eyes, she wasn't expecting to be late, but somehow, she knows I won't be upset.

Her voice dances on my ears as she apologizes for her tardiness. She's so...gorgeous.

She moves ever so gracefully into my hotel room. Her walk hypnotizes me because I can't bring myself to look away.