Exposed || MJ/Prince

Exposed || Chapter 18

1983 - "1999" Tour

Prince

I changed my mind at the very last minute and kicked off those matchmaking skills after finishing another great concert one night.

Michael would definitely nag time and time again if I didn't try for him. Yet, in the back of my own mind, I also wondered how things would play between those two independent people.

"Monty, could you please come in here for a second? Somebody wants to meet you." I opened the dressing room door and yelled outwards despite the crew racket nearby.

Wardrobe employees rolled hanging and vibrant ensembles  down this corridor. Stagehands called to wrap up venue operations. Big Chick and other security guards still patrolled the area.

My band, now officially dubbed "The Revolution," already headed out of this place. Rumble of cheering audience finally died down.  

I'd return to the hotel before long, but not without completing one more "important" task.

"Yes, Boss?" Monty peeked out of another door to face me. That now infamous New Jersey accent emerged on the "boss", referring to me of course.

She now stood in one of the colorful  "1999" tour crew shirts, which tucked into black pants. That curly lion mane swooped over her forehead as usual.

"Like I said, you have a visitor waiting in my dressing room. As a matter of fact, I invited him."

"Him? Who's here? What are you talking about, Sir?" Monty narrowed her brown eyes and folded both arms. I completely understood the apprehension at this point.

My hand signaled one last gesture and she followed across the hallway. I soon closed the door behind all three of us.

"Hi, Brenda." Michael sat down on the couch alone before standing up to shake hands with my employee.

"Hello, Mr. Jackson. How are you?" Brenda shook his hand right back.  In their first seconds of meeting, these two already looked good together.

"Couldn't be better. It's great to finally meet you. I've heard so many good things. Please call me  Michael, though." Mike grinned.

"Okay then. Hi, Michael." Monty laughed to herself when these two finally stopped shaking hands.

I stood in the nearest corner. Even my baby Patrice would've loved to observe this moment. Before long, I cleared my throat to stop the awkward silence.

Brenda and Michael sat down on the couch seconds later and those two immediately glared towards  me.

"Monty, I've honestly  played matchmaker for a few days now because Mike has a crush on you." I admitted the truth with this blushing smile.

"Oh my God." Monty whispered and dropped her jaw. Michael covered his face with both hands while mumbling to himself.

"I'm so sorry." Michael apologized to Monty. Yet, I couldn't even lie about this situation anymore, so there was no other choice.

"You like me? What is this, Junior High? Come on. " Monty wasn't enraged, but I heard the frustration in her accent now.

"Wait." I quietly interjected, but the word fell deaf ears in one way or another. Even Michael widened his eyes at first.

"Sorry, Boss. I see where you're going with this. It's really sweet because Michael's probably shy, but to me, a real man wouldn't ask somaebody else help him get the ladies. No matter how nervous he is. Good night, fellas." 

Monty then stood up and began walking out of this dressing room, purse in hand. I shook my head once more.

"I completely understand your point  and absolutely apologize for this nonsense.  Good night, Monty. See you in the morning." I  closed my eyes while sitting up against the wall. 

My thoughts  hoped that the nightmare would just disappear. Monty had gained every reason in the morning to leave this building. 

Michael fucked up. Terribly.

"Brenda?" Michael walked out the open door of my dressing room. I didn't even know what to think about this moment.

Seconds later, my own jaw dropped. I stood in this hallway watching those two bicker like an old married couple or something.

And Michael just met this woman.

"Make a move on your own if you want me, Michael. Don't put my boss in the middle." Monty ranted, also talking with her hands at times. Typical during rehearsals with me and others.

"I can't help feeling nervous around somebody like you. Other girls just wait for me to show up whenever they want. I have to fight for you. That's a little intimidating to be honest."

"Then don't try something you probably can't handle." Monty snipped back. Mike needed Aloe for that burn.

Damn. I thought to myself.

"Girl, don't underestimate me again." Michael lowered his voice. I scrunched up my face, shocked by his reaction to my employee.

Kiss. Now. Please. My thoughts happily prayed Michael and Monty now.  Patrice and I debated like this constantly. The conflict sometimes ended with kisses or maybe even "more."

"Don't get mad at me for telling the truth because you know I'm right." Monty lifted her eyebrow and folded both arms.

"Stop using that accent." Michael suddenly clenched his teeth out of nowhere and stepped closer to my musical director.

Oh, shit! My thoughts just screamed.

"Why? How? I grew up in Jersey and my family still lives there." Monty stepped closer to Michael this time.

"Because it makes me want you even more. I don't know why, but damn girl." Michael almost shook through his words.

And....

Monty just walked out of the building.