I Was Here (A Michael Jackson Fanfic)

Michael Jackson?!

"Bey, let's hit that ending one last time!" Jay yelled from the other side of the booth.

"Baby we've been doing this for hours!" I whined through the mic.

"I don't want to hear it Giselle! Do you want this to be big or not?"

"Of course babe bu-"
"From the top!" Jay cut me off.

The music began playing.

"Baby its you! Your the one I love, your the one I need your the only thing I see!"

"CUT" Jay hollered from the other side of the glass.

"That was all I needed Bey! You did great!" Jay said talking his headset off and placing it next to the soundboard.

"I think one more run through tommorow afternoon and we should be straight." Jay said standing up from his seat and reaching for his phone.

"So when do you think the song should be ready?" I asked him. I had literally been working my behind off for this song to come out.

"Hmmm.. Jay buzzed looking up from his phone, "If you keep practicing, we could have it done by the end of this week." Be said shrugging his shoulders. "That'll give me time to screw the loose ends up a bit."

"Great!" I said opening the door from the inside of the booth. I gathered my coat gloves and hat together and started out the door.

"Hey we're you going? Jay asked leaning against the wall.

"I have a meeting," I explained. "Tameka set me up with some really huge artist." I say pulling out my cell to check my email.

"Name?"

"I don't know yet." I say getting agitated
Jay raised his eyebrow, and folded his arm.

"I'll go with you then." He says stuffing his phone in his left pocket and grabbing his coat from the rack.

"No!" I say blocking the door. "I got this Jay! Can you trust me for a second? Gosh!" I say opening the door and stepping out.

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BZZZZZZZ

I dig through my beige purse to find and answer my phone. I eventually reach for it and put the phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey guuuurl!"

"Tameka, hey! So what's going on with this big time hot shot artist?"

"Oh! You got to go to Tropical Cafe! To meet him."

"Oh good, I'm right down the street then."

"Okay, there won't be any cars there cause they shut the whole place down."

"Ohhh, so he's that big." I snort "Ahh typical snobby artists. I mean is that really nessacary? To shut a whole place down?"

"Oh lord.. You'll see why when you meet him." She chuckled lightly on the other side if the phone.

"Yeah right.." I sigh. "Anyway I'm pulling up right now."

"Okay girl, good luck!" She says hanging up the phone.

"Oh please" I murmur, stepping out of my Porsche. I adjust my sunglasses , check for my purse, ad finger comb my hair.

CLING