❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 • 𝑉𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑟❥•

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NOTE BEFORE YOU READ:
APOLOGIES FOR ALL ERRORS.

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✽SET IN THE BAD ERA✽

|1988|

You set your hands on your hips as you watched the various dancers move to their positions. The arena was empty, except for faint chattering. You worked as a backup dancer to one of the most famous men in the music industry - Michael Jackson. You had been a part of his tour team for five months now, and you were enjoying it. You played the part of a female lead for the number, Smooth Criminal. Your performance outfit was identical to his, except your costume was black. The song was one of your favorites, so you were quite content with your role.

At present moment, Michael was organizing his dancers, going over how they would run on and off stage. You were standing next to one of the other backup dancers, Tatiana Thumbtzen. For some reason, she seemed to hate you. She was always glaring at you, and whenever you weren't looking - many of your friends noticed that she would be staring at you. You got along with everyone except for her. To you, she appeared hostile - and sometimes, you would wish that you could slap the bones out of her body.

Letting out a sigh, you looked around at the rest of the dancers. Everyone was in their rehearsal clothes, only Tatiana was wearing her costume. There was something about her tight, black dress that you disliked.

Michael looked at everyone, and his eyes landed on you. He smiled a little, making you do the same. He had always had a soft spot for you, and he always seemed to be drawn toward you. For some reason, he always appeared to care for you just a tad bit more than he cared for the rest.

Of course, this angered Tatiana because she fancied him, and you knew how angry it made her feel that he wasn't noticing her the way he noticed you. However, despite her evident distaste for you, she had not attacked you in any way - so you simply ignored her, acting as if she weren't there.

She played the lead female role for the number, The Way You Make Me Feel - and she always did her best to take advantage of those moments that she spent with Michael. That was the only time they were ever close.

The concert was to begin in a few hours, and everyone wanted to rest - it was evident on their faces. Michael noticed this, making him let out a breath as he set his hands on his hips. "Right, that'll be rehearsals for today," he spoke up. "Remember to be here by seven," he continued. "So that everyone has time to get ready,"

He dismissed them, and the dancers began to talk loudly as they walked off of the stage. Tatiana walked past you, and she purposely bumped into you - making you scoff slightly.

One of these days, I will pull your hair - and you will be bald. I promise.

You were just about to move along when Michael approached you. A smile was present on his face, making you smile as well.

"Hey," he studied your features.

"Hey," you responded.

"Are you...going home now?" he inquired.

"Well, I have nothing else to do," you glanced at your delicate wrist watch. "And I have two hours to kill," you shrugged.

"I wanted to....ask you something," he seemed a little shy.

At this point, the entire stage was empty. Even the bad members had dispersed.

"Sure," you urged him to continue.

"Would you....like to have lunch with me?" he asked. "I mean...if you're...okay with that," he stared at you.

You raised your eyebrows slightly as your cheeks became slightly red. "Sure," you nodded. "That'd be wonderful,"

"Really?" his eyes sparkled. "I mean...great," he grinned. "I just have a few things to sort out in my dressing room, and then we'll go,"

"Okay," you ran your hands over your dress. "That sounds wonderful,"

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Michael had taken you to a fancy restaurant, and he had treated you to a lovely lunch. This was the first time you had spent time alone with him, and you had to admit that you enjoyed it. He had been a complete gentleman, and he was easy to talk to. Currently, the two of you had just returned to the arena, and the concert was to start in an hour.

Entering the building, the two of you laughed after he had shared a joke with you.

"(Y/N)," he had his hands behind his back as he stopped walking, making you do the same. "I...enjoyed our lunch date," he smiled. "And...I was wondering if you'd be able to wait for me after the performance. I'd like to talk to you then," he kept his eyes on your features.

Tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear, you nodded. "Okay...where would you like me to wait for you?"

"In my dressing room," he responded. "Just go inside and wait for me," he said softly. "Will that be okay with you?"

"Yes," you laughed a little. Your heart was racing the entire time. "I'll...be there," you flashed him an awkward smile.

Michael's eyes lingered on you before he licked his bottom lip. "Well, I'd better get ready, and you should too," he spoke.

"Yes, true, we should get ready," you cleared your throat. "I'll....be in your dressing room after the show,"

"Splendid," he replied before turning and walking to his dressing room. You went your own way, making your way to your dressing room. Opening the door, you stepped in before letting the door shut.

Placing your purse on the dressing table, you made your way to the rack where your costume was hanging. A gasp escaped your lips when you saw the sight before you.

Your suit had been all cut up.

Oh no, the performance is in less than an hour.

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