Wrong Body

3. Lets go

A few hours later, Layla was taken to the place where rehearsals were taking place. She had a big coat on, she looked as if she would be traveling to a cold climate, but the guard asked her why she wasn't wearing it "like you usually do." She was actually glad he confronted her about it, it was pretty chilly there. But she was panicking on the inside. She couldn't dance! She didn't even know the words! She was trying to think about how to get out of this situation, but nothing came to mind. They mentioned that the tour would start in 2 days, how could she ever learn how to be MJ in 2 days?! She had to think fast, was he in her body? She was a long ways from home, but hopefully she didn't ruin his reputation before she got a chance to find herself. They walked in, all the dancers greeting her as she walked in. She just waved and went out onto the stage, they wanted her to start immediately. She sighed into the microphone, her nerves kicking in, even if there was a few people watching her. 

"We'll start the backing track, routine as usual Michael, if something isn't up to your liking please say so," someone spoke into her earpiece. 

She choked out, in Michael's voice, "U-Um, yeah actually I hoped to see what the choreography of the back up dancers would be, I haven't watched them in a while."

"Mr. Jackson you already watched them yesterday, are you sure that's what you want?" 

"Yes definitely, could never be too prepared you know?" she nervously chuckled. 

She had no idea what she was doing, she hoped it didn't show in her body language. She had no idea how he would talk to anybody. Was he business-like? Did he talk to them as if he was their friend? Obviously everyone was excited to see him walk in, but what was his usual mood through the whole thing? She had so many thoughts running through her mind. All the dancers walked out onto the stage and she sat in front of them. She didn't plan on correcting anyone, she'd worry about that later. 

Michael was dragged out to have breakfast with Sydney, both on the way and at the restaurant,  Sydney talked his ear off about people that he was supposed to know, but obviously he had no idea. All he could do was nod and pretend to be interested, while he tried to figure out a solution to this huge problem. Obviously, Michael Jackson still existed, but was everything still the same? His eyes closed. A bell rang and a lady stood tall at the counter. 

"We will be selling Michael Jackson tickets at the front register, please purchase while supplies last," she stepped down. 

Sydney screeched and yanked Michael out of his seat to be the first ones. He was wide awake now, this was it! Sydney purchased the tickets, something he would keep in mind to pay her back later. 

"Do you sell VIP's?" he asked. 

"$1,100 for them," they responded. 

"Shit.." he mumbled. 

"Did you forget that you were a waitress already?" Sydney gave him his ticket. 

He ignored her question. There had to be another way.. Okay, the part where he calls a fan up to the stage had to be his chance to get backstage. He had to attempt it, it was his only hope. But he thought about this more and more, he realized...he wasn't Michael Jackson right now, technically he was a normal person, just as he'd wanted to be! Even if he was the wrong gender, he could actually walk around and not have a crowd around him. Was this his break? Was he being selfish to think this way? Being surrounded was his life.. But he wasn't right now. He looked at the ticket, this was to the Japan show. The first one of the tour. For now, he put it in his pocket and sat back down. He had to come up with a plan, but at the same time he wanted to enjoy these moments of peace.  He sighed. His fans needed him, this was not his life to live. God gave him the gift to entertain and inspire others, he couldn't waste time. 

"Look I have to go, I'm sorry," he told Sydney and walked out of the restaurant. 

He hoped she didn't follow him, he needed to get to his body as soon as possible, and most importantly, know who's controlling it.