Michael Jackson imagines

meeting him

'Oh my goddd' you exclaim to Ur best friend klair. U have the Michael Jackson bad tickets in your hand
'Are you ready?!' She practically screamed.
She grabbed my hand and dragged me in the arena.
'Can u check your tickets please?'
'Here u are!' I replied
'Ermm hold for just a second' the man left us waiting

15mins later
'We're gonna be late y/n! Can't we just you know - sneak in?'
'Klair we can't just do that !!' You say trying to hold back the snigger.
'Ahh you two must be our special guests'.
'You must hav-' klair cut you off
'Yes we are!' She winked at me with a raised eyebrow.
The slightly round man lit a cigar and lead us a different way everyone else went to.
'Sorry but who are you?' You ask him.
'Dileo, Frank Dileo.'
He looked klair up and down. Twice.
'After the concert meet me here please I have someone who would love to meet u!'
He left.