Her Name Was Rose *Mj Fanfic*

The Concert

*Rose*
After watching Michael rehearse for about three hours with my mom, John and Bill, he finally calls for a break.

"Alright great job guys! Let's all break for lunch." Michael says, dismissing everyone in the venue. He looks down the stage, looking for myself and the others. "Come up here!"

We walk up the stairs and I felt like I was at home again on the stage. I miss performing so much.

"Damn!" My mom yells, making everyone, including myself for once jump. "I've never been on a stage before! Where's the microphone?! I wanna sing a little tune." She says. She's so naturally loud that she doesn't need a damn microphone.

"It's over there." Michael points to his left and my mom runs to it. She taps the microphone, making the feedback screech in our ears. "Is this thing on?!"

"Yes, Dalma its on, there's no need to yell." Michael says, rubbing his ears.

"Don't tell me what to do Chico." She clears her throat, and all hell breaks loose.

" 'CAUSE THIS IS THRILLER! THRILLER AT NIGHT! AND NO ONES GONNA SAVE YOU FROM THE BEAST ABOUT TO STRIKE!" My mom screeches. My mother is the worst singer on the planet. A potato sounds better than her.

On top of that she's echoing like no tomorrow. Everyone on the floor and on the stage, including Michael, are covering their ears, hoping that they don't bleed.

"YOU KNOW ITS THRILLER! THRILLER NIGHT, YOU'RE FIGHTING-"

"Okay! How about some food mom?" I interrupt her before she makes all the staff quit.

"What? I was killin' it right?" She looks around and everyone turns away from her. "Oh fuck y'all! Where you think Rose got that voice from? Pendejas." She mumbles.

I snicker and walk her off the stage, and we head backstage to eat. "What do y'all want to eat?" Michael asks. "I really want enchiladas."

"Ooh that's sounds good." Bill says, and we all nod in agreement.

"Great!" Michael claps. "Because that's exactly what I ordered." He opens the door to the meeting room and there's nothing but Spanish food. Enchiladas, Fajitas, Chorizo, tacos, everything. With my mother being Puerto Rican and myself being half Puerto Rican this is a dream buffet right now.

"Well the food isn't gonna eat itself!" Michael says, digging into a pan of black beans. I grab a plate and grab everything I could find. I ended up having three plates filled up. One plate was just plain guacamole. Hey, I like to eat.

"Rose you eat so much but yet you're so small! You must've gotten that fast metabolism from ya pinche daddy's side." My mom says.

"You're the one to talk! You're the same size as me and look at you, you got five damn plates on you!" I point out, earning an eyeroll from her.

After we finish eating and having side conversations I excuse myself to the bathroom so I can fix myself up. I go into the bathroom and examine myself. I haven't really taken a good look at myself in a while and I didn't realize how skinny I've really gotten. All this stress and shit did a number on me.

I fix my high waisted jeans and unbutton my oversized long sleeve denim shirt and wrap it around my waist, leaving just my black tank top showing. I smooth out any flyaways on my bun and once satisfied I walk out the bathroom, only to bump into the person I didn't want to see.

"Could you watch where you're going next time? I could've dropped all this makeup and I would've been out of a job!" Karen says, dusting off her ugly parka.