Your My Life (Michael Jackson Love Story)

Candy

Eyes: Hazel

Hair: Light Brown

Skin: Tannish

Age: 20

Michael is in the Bad Era and the year is 1988 and he is 22 but still in the Bad Era

Candy's POV

I was in my apartment listening to Freddie Mercury, when that ended, a MJ song came on. I get up and start dancing. I had no shame. Maybe cause my name is Candy Cane. My parents thought it would be funny to name me that.

I had always been a fqn of MJ, and wondered what it wqs like to meet him or personaly know him. But i do have tickets to his concert in L.A.. So i might as well go. It would be fun because i've never went to any live shows in my life, so this was gonna be a blast.

Michael's POV

I was getting ready for my concert in 10 minutes, and my manager, Brea, was nagging to the stage crew. She had dirty blonde hair which was staraight, with brown eyes, and was white, but kinda tan.

And as i was about to get on stage, i grab my hat, and i say to everyone," Let's wish me luck." Then i stepped out on stage. After the performance i was exausted and needed to go back to my hotel room and sleep. I was in deep sleep untill i heard a knock on the door.

Candy's POV

I was knocking on random doors to get a ride home, cause my car got towed. And someone finally anwsered the door, i couldn't see who it was because it was so dark, and i just asked," Can i have a ride home? My car got towed." He nodded and said," Sure just let me call my driver."

I thought to myself that this guy was pretty rich. He couldn't see and turned on the lights, and i sae her was Michael Jackson. I couldn't believe it, he was standing right there in front of me.

I stood there in awe as he grabbed my hand and escorted me into his limo. He started to try to talk to me. He asked," So where you from?" I anwsered shyly," Here, born and raised in L.A.." We looked around for a while and the driver finally said," It's gonna be 10 minutes till we get to your apartment Ms. Cane." I corrected him and said," Just call me Candy."

As me and Michael were talking, he asked me," Do you have any talents?" I said," Yes, i can sing." He looked stunned and said," Sing something for me then." I gulped and stuttered saying," Alright." Then tried to put together some lyrics in my head.

I sang," I'm a survivour, i'm not gon' give up, ohhhh, ooooh." He clapped and said," Wow, that was amazing. I nodded and shyly said again," Thanks." The driver said," Were here, Candy." Michael looled disapointed, and i said," I could use visitors, so visit any time."

Author's Note: Awwww, i'm sorry if this chapter eas borring, but i'm up writing this on my phone at 3 in the morning, so i'm a little groggy, but be patient there's more to come!!