Disclaimer: The events of this story do not reflect my opinions of the people detailed within, specifically Diana Ross and her ex-husband. This is simply a story idea that was submitted to me, and I liked the premise, so I ran with it. I have nothing against Diana Ross, I actually deeply admire her, and I have no opinion about her previous relationships. I do not believe that her and Michael would have been bad for each other. Again, this is just a story, so don’t get mad, just sit back and enjoy.
CAITLYN
“No, I won that race,” my friend Michael teased, opening the door to the restaurant for me. “You tried to trip me…”
“Regardless of that, I still won,” I laughed.
“It doesn’t count if you’re cheating!” Michael rolled his eyes. He pulled my chair out and sat down across from me, resting his chin in his hand, his deep brown eyes gazing at me.
I swallowed hard, trying to force myself to stay conversational. God, he looked good right now, in jeans and a tight t-shirt, his afro a little disarrayed from the wind outside. I pushed my chocolate brown hair out of my blue eyes and quickly looked down, pretending to be suddenly intent on the menu.
I’d known Michael for a couple of years now, and the majority of that time I had a huge crush on him. But I’d never had the courage to make anything out of it. Michael had already made big success with his brothers in music at the time that I’d met him and, to be perfectly honest, I didn’t think that he would go for a girl like me. Michael could literally have any woman on the planet, so why would he have a “normal” girl?
Michael’s not shallow in any way, that’s not the problem. He wasn’t looking specifically for the famous girls, but he happened to be surrounded by them. They’re gorgeous, they’re perfect—they match him, at least physically. Michael was much too sensitive and quiet for many of those women, though, he wasn’t really outgoing until you got to know him better. I found his personality to be extremely attractive, like a hidden treasure of sorts. If you dug deep enough, you found this extremely intelligent, lively, funny—not to mention sexy—young man.
“Filming starts in a few days,” Michael said, trying to contain his excitement. His current project right now was a remake of The Wizard of Oz,entitled The Wiz, in which he would be playing the Scarecrow. They’d been in rehearsals and screen tests the past couple of months, and now they were finally getting ready to film. He was excited to work in a different branch of entertainment, and he’d always wanted to get in to film.
But he was also excited to work with his friend and the current object of his affections, Diana Ross. I’m not going to lie, I was a little jealous of Diana—elegant, a sex symbol, a talented, respected woman, the kind of person that Michael was usually drawn to. The woman that Michael had kept on a pedestal in his mind since he was very young.
“I know,” I smiled. “Wednesday, right?”
Michael nodded. “I can’t wait to actually get going on this, instead of just reading lines and testing makeup—and you know who I met on set yesterday?”
“Hmm?”
“Quincy Jones, he’s doing the musical score.” The waiter placed our food down on the table and Michael went on with what he was saying. “I’m thinking about talking to him more after this movie is done…”
I raised my eyebrows. “Really? Like, seriously talk to him?”
Michael nodded, taking a bite of his food, his eyes searching mine for approval.
