Her Name Was Rose *Mj Fanfic*

The Grammys

I'm at Radio City Hall and the glam team is making me more beautiful than I already am. I decided to save the dress for my closing number, and I chose a short, teal version of the dress to wear for when I open. I'm relaxing in my chair while the team does my hair and makeup, I'm listening to some music on my cassette player, trying to calm some last minute jitters before I go out on stage. Originally they wanted me to co host with Billy Crystal, but I told them I am a one woman show, and I do not work with other people, no matter what the circumstances.

"Ah my beautiful Rose! You look stunning!" My agent, Rodrigo says to me, and I get up to kiss his cheeks.

"Of course I look beautiful, is there a day when I'm not gorgeous?" I say, as I fluff my hair. My glam team did right tonight, my hair is puffed and teased to perfection, my makeup is flawless as usual, only a simple cat-eye and red blush to go with my caramel skin, and my body has never looked better. They don't call me the 'bod' for nothing.

"Yes bellissima, there's never a day where you aren't beautiful," Rodrigo says, " Now chop chop everyone! Our star has to get ready to get on stage!" And with the snap of a finger, everyone hustles into action, leaving me to look over myself one last time before I go on stage.

Hair ? Perfect.
Makeup ? Amazing as usual.
Myself? Ha! Should I even bother asking?

I check my teeth to make sure no lipstick has smeared and smoothed out my dress one last time before I slapped my own ass and walked out to the soundstage.

It's a whole bunch of commotion and we have five minutes before showtime. Everyone's making sure that all the performers are here, and that they're all wired up, some people are checking to make sure that all of the trophies are accounted for, and others are just screaming at other people because they just aren't doing their job right.

"Miss Rose! We need you here so you can start the opening act!" Some lady with a snaggletooth beckons me over to stage right. I go downstairs and it's very quiet, and calming, just how it is before I start a show. I'm underneath the stage waiting for the show to start so I can start my performance.

Here we go, you got this Rose, let's knock em' dead!

"Welcome to the 30th annual Grammys! Liiiiive from Radio City Hall, here is your host, Rose!"

The platform starts going up, and pretty soon I am in front of over 2,000 if not more people. People from all over screaming, chanting my name.

'We Love you Rose!'

'Rose marry meeee!!!'

'Rose! Rose! Rose! Rose!'

It was like music to my ears, and I was waving and blowing kisses to all of my fans, then I queued the man to start the music and the reaction was deafening. I was performing my new single 'Never Know' and the crowd was loving it, everyone was dancing from all over, even the celebrity guests were bopping to it. I was having the time of my life up there, it felt like it was my own concert. Hell, might as well be since I'm the main attraction. Pretty soon my performance was over, and I was met with a standing ovation from everyone all around, including people from backstage was applauding me.

"Thank you and welcome to the 30th annual Grammys ! I'm your host Rose, are we having a good time tonight?!" I point my microphone to the audience, and they scream, chanting my name as if this was my own show.

"Im glad you guys are enjoying yourselves so far! Now let's get started with the first nominations of the night! Please welcome, Jody Watley and Bill Withers!"

The crowd cheers as I exit the stage and hurry to change into my next dress, and the next two hours fly by like a breeze, it's as if I was born for this. It was ten minutes before I was due to perform the final number of the night, and I was sure to blow them away with this one as I did earlier in the show. As I'm squeezing into my red dress, I hear a knock on my door.

"What?!"

"Um, bellissima," Rodrigo enters the room, a weird look creeping on his face. "I have bad news for you."

"What is it?"

"They've cut your final performance. Instead of fifteen minutes, you've been limited to five, and you can only sing 'Forever Love'. I'm so sorry Rose." Rodrigo ducks his head as I throw a vase full of roses towards him.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THEY CUT MY PERFORMANCE ?! THEY CANNOT DO THAT I AM THE STAR!!!!!!" I screech. I. Am. Livid. I start throwing everything that could find in my reach at Rodrigo and whoever else was in the room, screaming and trying hard not to cry.

"Rose please! This isn't bad! I mean you knocked them dead with the opening performance, and you were amazing through out the entire show!" A terrified Rodrigo says, trying to calm me. It isn't working.

"No! They can't do this! This isn't fair! Why are they cutting my performance?!"

"They added a last minute performer."

"Who?" I seethe.

Rodrigo is hesitant to answer me. He knows that I will destroy anyone who tries to ruin my moment in the stage and have no regrets about it.

"Rodrigo, if you don't answer me, you will regret the day you were born, and that is not a threat, it's a promise."

"Michael Jackson."

Without missing a beat I run out of my dressing room, and I grab an employee and make them tell me where his dressing room is, after threatening the lives of about five people I find Mr. Jacksons room and without knocking I bust the door open and I basically scared the living shit out of him.

"Oh my god! Can't you knock?" The lady doing his makeup asks me.

I give her a cold stare and look at the person who just stole my shine.

"You. You stole my time."

"What on earth are you talking about?" Michael says, looking like a deer in headlights.

"You stole my last ten minutes on the show so you can do whatever the fuck you feel like doing!" I scream, making the people who are in there a bit uncomfortable. I don't give a damn, I honestly forgot they were in here.

"Everyone get out!" I yell, " I need to talk to Mr. Jackson, alone."

"Um excuse you, but you barged in here making a fuss, maybe you should leave." The makeup artist says.

Me and her have a stare down until Michael clears his throat and all the attention goes back to him.

"Karen it's alright, let me and Miss Rose have a little chat, there's obviously some kind of misunderstanding here."

Karen and everyone else leaves, and before Karen walked out the door she bumps into my shoulder, hard. She's gunna regret doing that.

"So, please explain how I 'stole your shine'."

"For the last fifteen minutes of the show I was supposed to do the closing number, and I was just told that now my fifteen minutes has been cut down to five because you decided to perform. What the fuck dude!" I spit out.

"Cursing is very unattractive Miss Rose." Michael says, chuckling.

How the hell is this amusing to him?

"I did not mean to steal your thunder Miss Rose. I was offered to do this spot earlier today, and I accepted it, so obviously there was some miscommunication between the officials and you, and maybe it's a good thing I decided to do this performance, seeing how I didn't win anything tonight." He sighs, looking down with a sad look on his face.

I almost feel bad that he didn't win anything tonight, but that feeling went away as I remembered that he now gets to have the closing act. I walk to the door and open it, and as I turn around , I show a fake smile and say some words of encouragement, "Break a leg tonight."

And I didn't mean it in the theatrical sense either.