This is It

Dreams Achieved

"Hey" I said as Sunny answered the phone "I just got done with the last appointment with Cleveland Clinic..."

"And?!" She exclaims in anticipation

"They SIGNED!!!!" I yell over joyed "That's $40K a piece a year for the next 10 years, AFTER what MZEP makes as a company baby!!"

"Ohh my God, Best friend! This is the biggest contract we have ever done! We're going out to celebrate tonight! Sunny exclaims

"Bet! So, I checked on the office, sales are up! Swung by the gallery and we have a lot of new custom jewelry orders to fill and 'The Raven' and The Hendricks' sold this week" I said

"Our brand is growing! I'm so excited with the possibilities. Oohh .... By the way...... we have a new prospective client that's gonna blow your mind! You just can't freak out when you meet him."

"Why would I freak-out?" I ask somewhat confused

"You'll see, but I'll see you tonight, gotta get back to work!" she says as I hear her supervisor in the back ground

"K sis, I love you! TTYL"

"Love you too, sis!" She says back before we hang up.

As I pull up into my driveway I ask myself again 'Why would I freak out?' I mean I've worked big names in the past and almost all of my idols. I mean who would she think would make me flip out? I shake it out of my mind as I walk in the house and look at the time.

"ok, its 6:30pm. Sunny should be here by 8pm, yeah, I have time" I walk over to the bathroom and wash my hands. Head back into the kitchen and open the refrigerator and pull out the broccoli, shrimp, and two potatoes. Then I connect my iPad to the speak and cut on my MJ play list. In about 20 mins. dinner will be ready, so I turn the stove down on simmer and hoped in the shower. When I got out I dressed myself in a black Michael Kors button down, black skinny leg dress pants, my black Calvin Klein dress shoes and my 'I am King' cologne. As I walked back towards the kitchen I heard my doorbell ring.

"Who is it?" I shout as I continue into the kitchen and begin plating the food.

"Sunny!" she shouts back.

"Girl, if you don't use yo' damn key!" I yell back

"Ohh, yeah." She exclaims as I hear her fumbling with her keys. She comes through the door and I feel so much positive energy flow in as she enters! "I brought tequila!" She yells as she enters the kitchen.

Oh, shitake!" I say back

"So, we're partying! Not just celebrating, oh girl, we're getting messed up tonight! Michael's on his way."

I frown and cut her off "You didn't tell me he was coming... I-I didn't make enough for him!"

"No, you're good, love, he's just driving us around tonight! Because you're never going to believe who wants you to do some pieces for them! "She said in almost a seductive but secretive smile crept onto her face.

"Give me three hints." I say as I take another shot.

"One. You LOVE him! Two. You find him sexy. And Three. He's an entertainer!" she says

I look up puzzled and say sarcastically "the Rock" I smile while rolling my eyes.

"YOU LOVE HIME!!" she emphasized now with a chess cat grin, looking hard at me!

"Michael Jackson!" I say woefully in a slightly sarcastic drawl. She doesn't blink as I stare at her and her smile keeps getting larger. She nods her head yes and I jump up and down screaming over joyed "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" in disbelief. "STOP PLAYING WITH ME!" I yell "I can't take it if your joking, come on Sunny!

"I'm not playing, I wouldn't play with you like that! I know how you feel about him ...." She reassures while looking in my eyes.

I smile blushing tremendously as I bite my bottom lip. "I mean.... I think about him... how I would any other superstar." I say looking down

"Yeah, maybe how you think about Angelina!" She laughs.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I frown.

She breathes in and sighs. "Renee, do you know how much you talk about him? He's your sex playlist, your cooking playlist, heck you have him playing right now! You have posters and pictures of him all over your house, you draw or paint a new picture of him almost every six months! You have a tattoo of him on your arm, you told me that the only way that you would ever have kids is with him when you where 17 and he's the only ..."

"Ok!" I yell interrupting her rant.

"Ok, what?" she says through a smirk.

"Ok, soooo ...I kinda ... have ...a crush on him...." I say softly, blushing, averting my eyes from her.

"A CHRUSH!" she scoffs.

"Yes, a crush...!" I say now looking up at her, slightly annoyed.

"Girl, you're in LOVE with him! I've known you for over 16 yrs. now, and he's the only MAN I've ever known you to be attracted too!" she says emphasizing MAN "I'm just saying, your gay as hell and you get turned on every time you talk about him!" she says with a satisfied look.

"Are you done?" I ask annoyed, as she finishes her food.

We sit in silence for awhile as we finish our dinner, and each take a shot.

"Soooo...." She begins breaking the silence.

"Okkk, sooo.... he does something to me ...like ......GOLDPANTS...!" I sigh "And Dirty Diana.... when she rips his shirt off! OHH MY GGODDDD!!..." I blush, biting my bottom lip.

She giggles and says, "Come on girl, Mike's here." I look up questioning, as panic and excitement washes over my face. Catching on she corrects "MY HUSBAND!Mike, oh my god, your helpless... you better control yourself when you meet with him!"

I smile and blush hard as I follow her out of the door to their Jeep. We go to a few different clubs and bars and get absolutely trashed. But the entire time my mind is on is on this meeting with Michael effing Jackson. We pull back into my driveway around 2:30a.m. and I look over to Sunny before getting out. "By da waay, wh-when" hiccup "do wee meet wit Michael? I slur. She looks over to me grinning deviously "Ohh... I know wat your abbout to do!" she sing-songs "Shut" hiccup "Up!" I look up whisper-yelling, as my eyes shift from her to her husband, Mike, and back again.

"Well...am I wrong?" she smiles knowingly "You know that you're about to go in there and fantasize about Mike..." she stops when her husband looks back at me questioning. "Not you, babe." She assures, and he looks forward, relieved. She begins whispering lower, finishing her previous statement. "and Mikezilla!" she laughs

"I will talk to you about this when I can talk to you!" I whisper sternly through clenched teeth. "Now, when does he wanna meet?" I ask again.

She looks down like she knows what she's about to tell me is going to upset me. "He's flyin' ya out to L.A. Friday!" she says

"FRIDAY!? THAT'S TODAY!"I exclaim, sobering slightly.

"I know ...you leave at 12p.m. and your bag is already packed... I had TTJ go get your stuff together while we we're out. And before you ask she packed your favorite 3 suits, your fedora's, lounge clothes, and your toy bag. Only thing you need to pack is your socks and pajama's."

Shaking my head, I looked back up at her, give her a hug as I thank her and get out of the truck.

"I love you, best friend!" I say closing the door behind me

"I love you too sis..." she says as she watches me walk to my front door "Oh and go scratch that itch!" she yells to me while laughing. I look back and flip her off playfully as I walk in my house and watch them drive away. I head straight to the shower, after I get out I plop down on the bed still wet, staring up at the ceiling. My mind is everywhere right now. How can this man I barely even know make me question my sexuality, when no man has never made me do that? Then I shake that thought out of my head. Ok. I have to keep it professional. I mean I've never willinglycome on to any other men before. I should be fine .... I think. "OMG, Michael Jackson!" I scream exactly in glee, as I drift off to sleep.