Wrong Body

1. Introduction

Layla Samson was her name. A single woman with a regular job as a waitress at a bar. Her normal routine consisted of her hair in a bun, no makeup, and going out on weekend with her friends. At her job, she never wanted to be the center of attention, so by making herself look as unattractive as possible she avoided situations she didn't want to be in. However, sometimes her tactics didn't work. I mean, her ocean eyes and locks of golden hair didn't help her case. Her skin was a fair shade, her body was slim. Most would look at her and call her underweight, but she was exactly where she wanted to be at this point in time. She was 21 years old. The type of music she listened to was mostly rock, since this genre was becoming more popular around the town she lived in. However, everybody was always obsessing over Michael Jackson. Ever since he split from his group The Jackson 5, everybody went nuts over the young lead singer. She couldn't deny that he was a fantastic singer and dancer with good looks to top it off. But his music wasn't her cup of tea. She had never bothered to listen to a song of his all the way through, let alone sing along, which was absolutely crazy to others, considering that it was 1988 now. Although her friends were the total opposite, she learned to manage. He was great at his job, but she had to focus on her own. More like, getting a better one. Today was a girl's night, every time her best friend Sydney wanted to find her a guy. Frankly, she was getting tired of her interference, but she went along with it anyways. Something was different about this street they took though. This was their usual route to the club they stopped by, but there was a single person outside in the dark. It was an old man, with a display. Small cups were filled with a clear liquid of some kind. Her friends simply passed by him, but Layla felt bad for him. She took one with a smile, and drank it. This didn't taste like anything, which she found kind of odd. The man didn't say anything, but merely smiled back and mumbled a "Thank you." She felt sort of odd, but shook it off as her friends called her name. She joined them. 

At the same time, Michael Jackson had sipped the same liquid. An old woman was sitting there at this display. He took it for the same reasons, sympathizing for the individual. He gave her a bright smile and went on his way back home.  His Bad tour was going to start soon, so he had to get all the rest he could, but like most nights, he was restless. He tossed and turned. Until at 3 AM, he finally let slumber take over his body. 

Layla stumbled, Sydney holding her arm over her shoulder on their way back home. Sydney let her go on her bed. Layla felt light headed, and drifted off almost immediately. 

In the morning at 4 AM, both pairs of eyes..

Opened.