Speechless... • Michael Jackson •

Private Date

Song Choice: This place Hotel (immortal version) By Michael Jackson

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I sit at my grand piano testing out notes for a song idea, I start to hum to it as I've progressed and found some notes. I write it onto my pad and restart it.

"Hmmm, mmmm, hmm,"

I hear my phone ring and I stop on untamed notes and grab the phone as answer it,

"Hello?" I answer and sit back down putting my phone to my ear and shoulder whilst correcting my notes to give me something to do,

"Hi, Tabitha. It's Michael," I spring up at the sound of his voice and grin,

"Hi, Michael how are ya?" I ask and drop the pencil.

"I'm pretty good, well, I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me? You know, to, uh, get to know each other?" He giggles and I giggle back,

"I'd love to, what time?" I ask and twiddle my fingers in my lap as my loose hair brushes over my cheeks into a chestnut veil around me.

"I was thinking 8 sharp and I'll have someone to pick you up, oh, and dress nice because it's a really fancy place," I hear some of Michael's music in the background and I pause,

"Yeah, yeah. That would be great, thanks," I giggle and then look to my watch, my eyes spring open and I gasp.

"Oh, um Michael! I've got to go I have to meet my friend in about 20 minutes and I can't be late or she'll smack me into next week," I giggle it's true tho, last time I was late she didn't forgive me until I got her food.

"Yeah, okay. I'll see you then, bye Tabitha," He giggles and then hangs up after I said bye and I rush down the long halls towards the foyer, outside, then the driveway where I see some fans gathered, I cuss quietly under my breath and sneak towards the car hoping to not be seen, I crawl into the back seat and my driver greets me and we drive off to the mall.

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"So, girl, tell me about Motown," Gadot chew her gum and her loop earrings sway as we walk. As we're in the mall, obviously there's gonna be a swarm of Paparazzi and fans. My bodyguards surround us but there's no need to as staff are blocking off entrances to get to me.

"It was pretty swell, I sat with Michael Jackson a-" I get interrupted as she stops in front of me and grasps my shoulders with wide eyes and still chewing her gum but with a wide mouth,

"Are ya' kiddin'? Michael Jackson!?" She grins and I giggle,

"Well, I mean, I saw it on TV and all but with Michael Jackson? You gotta be that lucky to be sittin' with that man," She gasps and sees the newspaper of Michael and I hugging. She picks it up and struts her heel and places a hand on her hip and raises her eyebrow,

"Um, ya' got some explainin' to do, Missy!" She chuckles and I blush,

"We just hugged," I rub my arm and look around the mall but all I see are flashing cameras and people screaming my name in a chant or saying "I love you!"

"I mean, girl, you're lookin' sexy and all but have ya' kept in touch with him' since the awards or somethin'?" Her accent flourishes the conversation,

"Thanks, and yes we have kept in touch for your information and Michael and I are going out for Dinner tonight," I strut my pose and chew my gum loudly then walk away with a smirk a few seconds later she catches up to me, her eyes wide, her jaw to the ground and I put my finger under her chin and push it up so it isn't open.