Michael Jackson Imagines

1.On The Stage(1996)

History Era
I open the door to see my best friend, Y/F/N, practically bursting with excitement. "Guess who's going to the Michael Jackson concert with me Saturday night!!" We squealed and jumped all over the place. My dad came in and raised his eyebrows. "What's all the excitement about ladies?" He asked "Mr.L/N, can Y/N come with me to a Michael Jackson concert Saturday night? Pleeeeease?" I gave him the bigeest puppy eyes ever when he hesitated. "Well.......alright." We high fived and I hugged my dad. "But....Y/N, I expect you home by 9 o' clock all next week." I sighed but shrugged it off. I'm going to a Michael Jackson concert!

"What am I gonna wear?!" I asked suddenly. Y/F/N's eyes went wide. "Omg yeah! We gotta go pick out something!" She grabbed my hand and practically dragged me upstairs to my room. She dug through my closet, frantically looking for something cute to wear to the concert. I step back and admire the outfit that had been placed on my bed; a BAD shirt, black skirt, red hair tie and black flats.

Saturday evening
I put on the outfit we picked out and turned in the full length mirror. After admiring the outfit, I put my long brown hair in a high ponytail. I rush downstairs when I hear a knock on the door, almost falling in the process.

"You ready?"Y/F/N asks. She wearing a Thriller shirt with red leggings and black Converse. Her wavy black hair flowed down her back. "Of course! Let's go jam to some MJ!" You said excitedly. "Bye dad!" You yelled before closing the door. "Don't do anything illegal!" He yelled back and Y/F/N giggled.

Y/F\N and I jammed to her Thriller CD on the way to the concert. There were people everywhere. She parked a block away from the stadium and we walked. We talked and laughed as we made our way through the crowded stadium to our seats. Y/F/N was the best, she'd managed to get us front row seats! I'd be able to see him up close. "How'd you get such awesome seats?" I asked, astonished. I was checking the side stage to see if i could catch just a glimpse of him. All she did was wink at me. I shuddered.

The concert began and we started to sing along. We danced and sang, just overall having a fun time. Right before half time, she whispered directly in my ear. I could barely hear her over the pounding music that sent vibrations through my bones. I made out, "Y/N, follow me." She hopped up onto the dark side of the stage and I followed, checking behind me after almost every step. We carefully snuck past all the security to Michael's dress room. We went in then shut the door. "Y/F/N, what are we doing? We could get caught! They might put us in jail or something! Dad said don't do anything illegal!" "It's illegal to meet the hottest guy on Earth?!"She asked sarcastically. I sat down, my foot beating into the floor, as Y/F/N went around the room touching stuff. She put on his Smooth Criminal hat and struck a pose. "Hehe!"She sang. "Y/F/N! Put that back!" I scolded. "I don't wanna!" she said, pouting like a little girl. We started bickering til you heard someone clear their throat behind you. Y/F/N froze and I turned around slowly. "May I help you ladies?" Michael said, one of his eyebrows arched. "Oh,um......" Y/F/N stuttered. I sighed, this was her idea, and now she can't even speak to the man. "Um.....Mr.Jackson it's an absolute honor to meet you, isn't it Y/F/N?" She stood there with her mouth open. "Isn't it?"I asked again, elbowing her in her side. She started freaking out "Oh my gosh.....Oh my gosh!" Michael rolled his eyes. "Would you like autographs?" He asked, obviously having dealt with this before. "Yes!"Y/F/N squealed, producing a silver marker. He signed the back of her shirt. "Thank you! Come on Y/N!"she said happily. He signed the back of yours too and you smiled.

"Thanks." I said softly. He smiled then he went through his stuff and grabbed a fedora. He scribbled his signature and his number then handed it to me. I smiled even bigger and wanted to squeal in delight. "Thanks for handling your crazy friend......and not freaking out when you saw me. That means a lot. I mean.....it's cool that people are excited to see me, but every once in a while, it's nice to have a fan who knows how to keep their cool. Now go after her before she gets caught by security." He said, chuckling. "You want my number too?" I asked shyly. He nodded and I wrote it on his arm. "Call me." He said then winked and I hurried after my 'crazy friend'. Y/F/N was back in her seat when I returned. "What took you so-did he give you a signed fedora?!" I nodded and smiled wickedly, putting it on. "And his number." When the show started up again, we resumed our singing and dancing. When Michael went in front of us as he was dancing, he pulled his sleeve up to show where I'd written my number. Then he winked at me. The girls around me screamed, including Y/F/N, but I knew that cute little wink was for me. She turned to me. "Was that your number on his arm?" She asked, bursting with excitement. I nodded, still singing along, not wanting to miss a beat. She huffed. "Lucky." Then she smiled at me. "Ooh,girl. When we get on the car, you're telling me all the details!" I shook my head at my crazy friend.