❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

♥Unexpected(Dangerous Era)♥

You stood and stared with wide eyes as you watched Naomi Campbell and Michael Jackson dance. Although, Naomi was doing more of the dancing than Michael.

"Are you serious? I can't do that!" you whisper yell at Frank, Michael's manager who is standing right beside you. You attempted to keep your voice down because everyone is focusing on the whole choreography happening before your eyes.

Naomi had been hired to perform for a sample video of 'In the Closet' whilst you were to be in the main video. The sample video was being recorded for you to learn from because quite frankly - you didn't dance. Especially not dirty dancing.  You were informed to pay close attention to Naomi's movements and expressions and that you were to mimic them when it was your time to film.

"Yes (Y/N)," Frank whispers back. "Don't worry...I know it's pretty dramatic," he chuckles lightly and you shake your head subtly.

"Dramatic?" you scoff lightly. "It's....horrendous," you squeak and Frank struggles to stop himself from laughing.

After Frank had hired you for the video, he'd taken a liking to you - he looked at you like his daughter. That being said, it was his reason for not replacing you with someone who could dance. He just liked you too much and reckoned that your energy and innocence would be a great boost for the video.

You insisted it was all lies.

"Oh (Y/N)...don't worry," he looks at you reassuringly. "You'll be fine. You don't have to do it exactly like she does," he shrugs.

"Still..oh my God!" you cover your mouth as you see Naomi move seductively down Michael, inching closer to the area you dreaded. "I can't do that! That's blasphemy!" you shake your head as you cover your eyes and Frank laughs.

"Just chill...you don't necessarily have to do that. Plus, I mean...look," Frank motions with his head toward Michael, who is still grooving to the music. "he looks extremely uncomfortable,"

You scoff. "Yeah, right," you shake your head.

"Just relax," he says softly. "It'll be fine," he taps your back and you grimace as the director motions for you to get on set.

This is going to be one hell of a video.

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"(Y/N)! Come on! Be more provocative!" the director yells as you attempt to appear as if you are seducing Michael. 

One of your hands is rested on his chest while the other trailing down his stomach. You can't help but cringe as you stop abruptly and blush.

"I'm sorry," you shake your head as you walk briskly off set. "I can't do it,"

"Wait!" the director calls and you turn around. He looks furious. "Listen (Y/N)," he says sternly. "I don't care how old you are or what your values may be. I have a video to shoot and you're going to cooperate whether you like it or not," he sneers and you scoff as you notice Michael's jaw clench.

"I'm not going to lower my standards," you fold your arms as you look toward Naomi. "No offense," and she smiles in understanding.

"What standards?" the director scoffs and you're taken aback. "You think you have standards? You're a nobody on this set. You're not a star neither do you have talent....you can't even dance!" he growls and everybody falls quiet.

"Stop it," Michael says lowly. "That's enough John," he grits his teeth as he addresses John.

"No," you interfere and shake your head. "Look John," you spit his name out as your soft voice captures everyone's attention. "I don't care whether you're a star or not. I have standards and I will live by them. Sophistication isn't about what you wear or who you know, it's about being the ultimate humanitarian and showcasing modesty and class from the inside out," you fold your arms as his jaw drops.