Exposed || MJ/Prince

Exposed || Chapter 62

Author's Note: vickiwaitingx dsversatileprojects JLC319 ToniJones232 amoniquebee As a disclaimer, this idea is 100% fictional. Italics found later in the chapter signify Patrice imagining Brenda and Michael on set. Enjoy!

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1987 - "The Way You Make Me Feel" Shoot 

Patrice

I couldn't believe Michael and wanted to laugh out loud with Brenda on the telephone in his trailer.

Apparently, Jackson requested for this model, Tatiana, a love interest in the short film, to first of all wear black. Dress and boots.

I almost keeled over after noticing curly hair that rounded  her light face and fell right down her back. Tresses ended up  stopping at the rear cut-out opening of her dress.

Now, Tatiana was only missing the dark make-up and needed to ditch every bangle or bracelet that chimed on her scrawny wrists.

Brenda Michelle ripoff! I thought to myself.

"Please show this girl how it's supposed to be done when you come back from the hiatus. She can't even strut like you." I pleaded while sitting at a table in the area.

"I'm not scared of her, but I'm too old for that now. I'm raising this baby. No more foolishness."  Brenda lowered her voice, revealing the New Jersey accent. Little Nikki already slept in her crib for the evening.

Prince began touring to promote his brand-new album overseas. As of late, "Sign O The Times" had me jamming for months now.

"Come on, B. You can't just disappear from view." I said, shaking my head before long.

"Listen, Nikki is my biggest  responsibility now, Patrice. Just let Michael do what he wants. As long as he's willing to see the baby and loves her, I don't care about anything else. But even if I did come back for the business,  I'm not leaving Nikki to be carried around by nannies all day while I'm working. She's my child. I'm supposed to raise her. Nobody else.  Do you really want me to set a bad example? I'm laying low from now on. And you know that competing against Tatiana or something makes me look arrogant. I'm not doing that anymore. " Brenda responded as sadness dripped from her words. My heart shattered.

"I'm sorry." I shook my head once more. Silence filled the room, but  chatter persisted outside this trailer.

"Motherhood completely  changes you, Patrice. Look, I gotta go. Good night." Brenda could've easily sniffled on the other line.

"Good night." One more round of silence fell between us. I sadly  whispered just before hanging up tonight.

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I right stood across the street with folded arms with LaToya and two other female extras.

Police vehicles surrounded the area and sirens blared. Red and blue alarms flickered on top of each car.

Skid Row gang members scattered this place in the name of authenticity. While alert, I wasn't frightened.

Still, if anything happened to Michael this evening, chaos would kick off for obvious reasons.

So far, so good. I thought to myself.

"Hi." Michael walked towards me out of nowhere during this break from filming. I smiled, but wouldn't blush. One question ran across my mind now.

"Hey. Just curious. Why did you ask Tatiana to look like that? It's almost like she's copying Bren..." My words hushed.

"Because B's not here. What was I supposed to do? She's the mother of my child after all and every day, she's crossed my mind. Her style for all these years just popped into my head, girl." Michael confessed, whispering to avoid revealing his biggest secret.

"Of course." I didn't even know what to think of his words at first, but eventually understood.

On the other hand, if the media outlets ever found out about Nikki, Brenda would kill Mike, so to speak.

This entire ordeal would've led privacy to vanish and people could've even speculated whether or not Prince and Brenda would divorce. Two years so far.

As far as I knew, Skipper wouldn't leave his wife yet and little Nikki already captured his heart. Even though she wasn't even his, like I've said time and time again.

"Good job with Tatiana." I faked the smile that crept. Chemistry between these two seemed appropriate for the short film. 

Yet, Brenda Michelle would've put Tatiana to shame around Mike.

I wouldn't even be surprised at all if Jackson wanted to give Nikki siblings or something after seeing his old flame.

Cameras finally started rolling.

Brenda walked down the street in this off shoulder black dress and dark boots, regardless of this summer heat.

Her curly lion mane swooped across her forehead as usual. Bouncing with every click of a trademark hip strut.

One signature black tint shined and colored the smirk on her frowning lips.

Michael walked up to meet her at eye level.

Yet, these two locked glances for a moment, and the human noise found around all of us paused  entirely.

I've stood near Tatiana and LaToya for several minutes, deeply silent. Even the gang members stopped bickering.

We all observed this moment  with baited breath. No other choice given the circumstances.

Michael strolled around the mother of his princess. Smirking with this lowered head.

"How's Nicole?" Jackson lifted his head, but I heard every detail.  A chuckle departed his voice before long.

"She's fine. Back at home playing with the nannies." Brenda finally smiled. My ached with joy.

"How's my Queen?" Michael stepped closer to her for whatever reason. We all nearly gasped out loud.

"You don't even have one anymore." Brenda harshly responded while narrowing both eyes. Her New Jersey accent croaked as expected.  

"Yes, I do. You." Michael kissed her right on the lips. I dropped my jaw without hesitation.

"Oh, shit!" One of the gang members yelled out of nowhere. I completely understood why.