❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤||𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠•𝑉𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒/𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹/❥

♡True Beauty♡

~SET IN THE DANGEROUS ERA~

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You giggled as you bustled about the bedroom, getting ready. Your best friend, and roommate, Luisa - laughed whilst observing you.

At present moment, you were getting ready to attend a Michael Jackson concert. However, you weren't attending as a fan, instead, you were going to be watching from backstage - since you worked as his personal assistant. You were officially a part of the tour team, and this was the first of many concerts that you would be attending.

"(Y/N), you're so excited!" Luisa exclaimed. "Calm down!" she laughed. 

"I am calm," you responded, a wide grin on your face. Luisa rolled her eyes playfully as you walked over to the full length mirror, examining the way you looked.

You had on an oversized black coat, paired with tight fitting jeans. Your hair was left open, framing your face perfectly. You had on a stunning shade of red lipstick, bringing out your best features.

"Yeah right," she scoffed. "Look at you, you're smiling from ear to ear," she wiggled her eyebrows.

"That's because this is going to be my first concert!" you laughed. "I've grown really close to Michael, but this is the first live show that I'll be attending," you chuckled. "Of course I'm excited," you walked over to your closet, grabbing a small bag.

"Aren't you a little scared? I mean...the fans can be crazy," she remarked.

"I'm not scared," you shrugged. "The fans are practically like family to him,"

Luisa stared at you, nodding. "You have a good point,"

"Now," you glanced at your wrist watch. "I'd better get going, or else I'll be late!"

~•♡•~

Upon arriving at the stadium, you could already hear the fans, screaming loudly. They hadn't been let in yet, so the tension was real. You made your way to the back entrance, and you were immediately greeted by Michael's manager - Frank.

"Hey," he smiled, pulling you in for a hug. "How are you? Excited?" he grinned as he pulled away and handed you a lanyard that verified your presence on the tour team.

"Yeah," you nodded. "A little nervous too,"

"Relax," he chuckled. "Tonight is goinng to be fun, and you'll see why,"

"I can't wait," you couldn't stop yourself from grinning.

"Come, follow me," Frank beckoned for you to walk with him. "Michael's in his dressing room, and he wants to see you before the show,"

Since you and Michael were close, requests to see one another were never out of the ordinary. The two of you had developed a special bond, and it was safe to say that the both of you may have been in love with each other.

"Wow," you whispered as you followed Frank along the long corridor. "This place is huge,"

"It has to be," he responded. "The capacity potential has to be more than enough. The crowds normally turn out to be larger than anticipated,"

You nodded, continuing to walk along. Eventually, Frank brought you to a stop outside of Michael's dressing room. The door was shut, and his name was plastered on the front.

"I shall leave you here," Frank smiled at you. "Take care," he patted your shoulder before walking off. You inhaled deeply and knocked at the door.