Angel in Disguise ~ Michael Jackson

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Some information in this chapter is very foreshadowing.

2009

A night of uncertainty is a night of restlessness. I woke up the fifth time at 7:17 am and decided there was no point in going back to sleep, so I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and got dressed.

Before I started making breakfast, I put in my Nat King Cole CD. He was always one of my favorites, and he brought back so many memories.

1984

"Londy, darling, have you heard the news?" My mother rushed into my room one early September morning.

"Heard which news?" I groaned, sitting up in my bed.

"There is a BALL coming, I was invited."

"The Ragtime Ball? Yes, I heard about it. Michael and I got our invitations yesterday, I wasn't really thinking about going though, to be honest."

"London, dear, have you lost your marbles? You, an extremely influential being, was invited with your extremely influential being of a fiance, to attend the very first annual Ragtime Ball? And you're trying to turn it down? London... This is not a ball for average anyone's. An actual dome shaped ballroom. It is invitation only, heavily guarded. Not even paparazzi will be able to take pictures once we enter. You have to come darling, please?" She pleaded with me, sitting on my bed.

"I don't know mom... I'll think about it."

"London, I know I wasn't there for much of your childhood, but there are certain things I do remember. I remember you being six years old and dancing around with me when I had gotten home from a video shoot. I asked if you wanted to be a ballerina, and you said you wanted to be a princess, go to a ball. That was when I promised that one day, we would go to a ball together. And this is the opportunity I have to fulfill that promise I made to my first baby. I'll have someone watch Peyton and Kelsea, just come, please."

It surprised me that my mother actually remembered something of my childhood. "I'll go."

2009

The phone ringing snapped me out of my trance. "Hello?"

"London, It's Isabel! So tell me this, I'm vacationing in Dubai and my phone is ringing and ringing and ringing and ringing so finally I pick up like 'Hello' and my sister, bless her heart, tells me Michael is in the hospital. Is he okay? Are you okay? Are the kiddos okay?"

"Yes, yes Isabel, we're okay. And Michael was induced into a coma, I'm not sure of the details, and I'm not sure I want to be. But Michael is a fighter. Thank you for calling!"

"Londy, are you trying to end this conversation so soon?"

"No, it's not you, it's just making omelettes while on the phone isn't the brightest idea." I giggled.

"Oh! Get back to that, babydoll, my little ones have to eat."

"I'll definitely talk to you later though, call me when you're home."

"Sure thing, Honey Bumpkin, bye!"

"Bye bye Isabel." I said, hanging up.

"Mother dear! Your angelic princess has awoken!" Micah yelled as soon as I hung up the phone.

I groaned playfully. "When you said 'angelic princess' I thought you were referring to Paris or Addysin... Hell, even Zayden." I joked, kissing her cheek. "Good morning, my love. I made omelettes but everyone else seems to be having a very good sleep right now."

"Mmm, not for long. Prince, Paris, and Blanket are brushing up, they'll be down any minute."

I thought for a moment before the idea popped into my head. "I actually have to go take care of something, please make sure they all eat and nobody gets hurt. I'm only a phone call away. Thank you for voluntarily watching your siblings, my angelic diamond princess." I said with a huge fake smile on my face.

"Mmm, have a good time Mama." She said, rolling her eyes and tossing me my car keys. I slipped on the nearest pair of shoes, black and white chucks, and grabbed my Nat King Cole CD, running out into my car.

I wasn't really going anywhere, but driving was always the best way for me to clear my mind, so I put in my CD, got on the interstate, and drove to a wonderful place called anywhere.

1984

Michael, of course, was open to any idea I took to him and was as excited as I was for the ball. He had an important meeting that crossed with the start of the ball, and so I escorted my mother. She had chosen my whole outfit: a pale pink dress that was form fitting with a clutch and pumps to match. My hair was up in a goddess braid, a hairstyle I was never fond of, but found necessary for the event.

"London, it's so good to finally be able to meet you!" Two women I had never met stood before me. They were almost polar opposites. One was tall, maybe 5'9, with a thick, beautiful afro on her head. Her skin was brown and warm, like the sunshine. The other was shorter, perhaps only five feet. She had shiny brown hair that fell right past her shoulders and cool, pale skin. They were both outstandingly beautiful.

"I'm sorry, good to meet me?"

"Yes, very. Sorry for not introducing ourselves, my name is Isabel," the pale one said, " And this is your new best friend, Erin."

"My new best friend?" I giggled lightly, raising an eyebrow.

"Come, talk with me." Erin said, taking my hand. She explained to me what one might call "the keys to life". She told me all about her ex husband, who she loved with all her heart, and he loved her with all his heart, and they loved each other so much, one day they just decided to get a divorce.

"But if you loved him that much and he loved you the same, why would you divorce?"

"Because our love was intoxicating." She smiled, but she looked like she was in pain. "Sometimes, two people who love each other very much are poisonous to each other. They hinder each other's growth. We both considered ourselves to be spitually woke, and I thought ours was a true love story. And although we loved each other very much, one day I woke up, both literally and mentally, and realized that 'love' is just a word of the mouth. Because nobody who truly loved me would cheat on me and give me an STD. And his 'love' was so intoxicating, I was blinded. But don't let me discourage you now, your Prince Charming has arrived." She pointed to Michael, and I ran to him.

"Hey Janie, who was that?" He kissed my cheek.

"That's my new best friend." I smiled. "Dance with me. Or at least... Let's try!" I giggled.

"It's Nat King Cole, Fly Me To The Moon. It's easy, just like this." He put his hand on my hip, and we began dancing slowly to Nat's smooth voice.

"Procrastination station" Princess sang as she sat in her bed, pressing "publish" on the story part she had waited until last minute to write. She smiled , knowing her PMS made her snap at everyone that tried her today. There she was, very very OLD t-shirt that was BARELY as blue as it used to be, grey sweatpants (extremely comforting on days like today) stuffy nosed, and damp hair tied up in yet another t-shirt.

"Let's see how many episodes of Gossip Girl I can watch, and still get enough sleep to be sane tomorrow. Might as well kill two birds with one stone and do my bantu knots as well."

Insider

Goodnight Y'all.