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Myra was without a doubt nervous when she arrived at the set. There was half of the outside of a movie theaters being built while she saw a cemetery also in the making. People wearing headsets were rushing around trying to get things in place.
John Landis, the director of the music video, was in a small conversation with one of the makeup artists named Serena was going to be in charge of the female lead in the video who was Myra.
He looked up for a brief second and he happened to see the twenty-two year old. Her dismissed Serena for a little bit as he went to go talk to Myra.
"Are you Myra?" He asked as she turned her head to face him.
"I am," she answered, tucking a strand of black hair she misses from her braid behind her ear.
"I'm John Landis, the director," he I teoduced himself as they shook hands.
"It's great to meet you. I'm a big fan of your movies, especially Animal House and Trading Places," she expressed, having binged his movies since he was directing it.
"That's very nice of you," laughed John, "Well, we have a makeup artist who will be with you for the entire production. Serena!"
A woman with dark skin and flat hair walked over. She wore an old pair of tennis shoes with a Queen shirt and a pair of high-waisted jeans that reminded Myra of her mother.
"This her?" Serena asked as she surveyed Myra. "You're pretty."
"Thanks?" Myra thanked the girl with confusion, unsure of how to actually react.
"Serena will be in charge of your hair and makeup each day. She may not seem like it but a she's really nice," John said, laughing for a brief second.
"I have a copy of the script for you too. Both you and Michael have one, and try and bring it each day," he reminded her. "Now, either Kelly or Deborah over there will get you measured and fitted for your outfit."
With those final words she was ushered over to them. Kelly looked to be quite older than Deborah. Deborah seemed more lively than the older woman.
Deborah noticed Myra first. She took her to some of the backroom that were labeled wardrobe. Inside was various amounts of costumes ranging from medieval to something that belonged in the future.
Hanging on a clothes rack was a red and black outfit. It reflected the light that shined down upon it. Beside it was a orange with a jean jacket adorned with leopards print over top. A pair of pants with the same leopards print pattern and a pair of orange high heels.
"Ok, so, we already know the idea of what you're supposed to wear. We just need to make some adjustments for your body type," Deborah commented as she put Myra in the middle of the room near some mirrors.
Deborah hastily pulled out. Tape measure. She measured Myra's waist, legs, arms, and had to know her bra size. She scribbled them all down on a piece of paper.
"Now, I just want you to try on the outfit. It might not fit now but the adjustments will be made," Deborah commented as the took the outfit from its hanger. She left as she allowed Myra to change.
My first removed her shirt, an old high school band shirt with their field show faded but still visible. She exchanged it for the orange top which was slightly baggy. She then took off her jeans and put on the pants which a little bit longer than they were supposed to be. The high heels were three sizes to big at the most. It felt like she was five years old and clomping through the house in her dad's size twelve shoes.
The jacket fit the best. It wasn't too clingy but it also wasn't drooping off her shoulders. The entire outfit would have looked cute if it only fit right.
Myra turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her simple braid that draped over her shoulder seemed to contrast the outfit. The outfit was never something she would wear in public despite it being the eighties and she had seen other outfits much more colorful than what she wore then in the last few days.
Deborah knocked on the door, asking Myra if she was finished. Myra answered and Deborah came into the room. She looked pleased with the outfit and thought she looked great while Myra thought she looked like her grandmother's furniture.
Deborah then made Myra stand still as she marked the places for measurements. She put pins in the places that needs to be adjusted. Myra occasionally winced as the pin prodded her leg, her waist or her stomach.
When she had finished Myra traded the outfit for her former clothes. Deborah hung them back up so she could do whatever she had to do. She then took Myra to John so he would know that that was over.
When they left the wardrobe John was in the middle of another conversation. Only this time it was with the main star of the entire thing, Michael Jackson. Myra suddenly grew conscious of how she looked.
He looked relaxed, dressed in a simple Nike shirt with a pair of jeans. He wore a pair of loafery shoes with visible white socks. He smiled during the conversation, showing his white teeth.
Not minding the conversation, Deborah dragged Myra over anyway. Myra had to take almost like a jog to keep up with Deborah.
"John, she's finished," Deborah confirmed to thw director who looked away from Michael to look at the two.
"That's great," nodded John before he looked back to Michael. "Michael, this is Myra. She's who you chose to play the role."
"I remember," Michael laughed. His voice was soft, reminding her of a little boy. "I'm Michael."
"I'm Myra Bhatt, and it is a pleasure to meet you. It will be great to work with you on this," Myra replied with a smile.
"I'm, so Michael and I have to go over final plans for the video. Myra, you are free to go and I will call you for when we start practicing," John broke their two sentence conversation.
Myra took the opportunity to leave. She walked back to the hotel since she didn't have a car.
As she sat on the hotel bed her mind replayed the conversation. She hsd just met a legend who was famous probably before she was even born. The little boy who she had seen on the television with her brothers, and she probably made a fool of herself.
