Remember The Time (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Remember The Time: 1

Beep Beep Beep!!!

I'm awaken by the sound of my alarm clock going off.

After hearing it beep for the one-thousandth time I finally reach over and turn it off.

I have to finish up packing, I have no work to be done here in New York anymore, so I'm moving to Los Angeles.

Agencies aren't looking at me anymore, everyone has forgotten about me. There aren't any more business lines coming through, I don't have any busy days, I have no business left. So why continue modeling?

The most popular model, to modeling never again. I used to be busy 24/7, twenty-four hours, seven days a week. Literally. Honestly, one time I didn't sleep a whole month, it became so bad that I had to go to a doctor.

I was more busy canceling bookings, and saying no because that day would have already been filled the whole twenty-four hours through. Even if someone or a company offers me a very important one, I would option that one, and cancel another in its place and go right to the next one. The only ones I'd never cancel are for the children, and ones raising money for charities and foundations.

I rushed through the airports, I've never sat and relaxed in an airport because it was somewhere I always needed to go. The only time I wasn't rushing was when I was on vacation, and that rarely happened.

Now I do it all the time.

I guess I've had my role in the world, everyone has had their share of Iman, and now they're done. I guess they're thinking, "She's always too busy, always canceling here and there, can't depend on her." Everyone still thinks I'm doing good, busy everyday. Nope not at all.

But everyone still wants to crowd everywhere I go, just to see Iman.

I honestly don't get it.

My thoughts are interrupted by my house phone ringing.

"Hello?"

"Girl! Start putting your stuff in and pack them boxes and bags a little bit faster. WE ARE GOING TO LOS ANGY!" My manager and also bestfriend Alisha exclaims, almost yelling through the phone.

"Last time I remember, I was already moving to Los Angeles today." I say totally confused.

"OMG, GIRL...CHILD... HUMAN, I can not believe I'm saying this myself–"

"Lish, you're acting as if you are a fourteen year old girl." I laugh through my sentence.

"YOU ARE COMING WITH MICHAEL JACKSON!" She yells through the phone.

"Now I know you and especially Iman are obsessed with Michael Jackson, but you both are grown women, now to be cumming with Michael Jackson is just...nasty." I hear her brother, Justin, say not to far away from the phone.

"Justin be quiet this is an important business call, and I thought I told you to get out of my office. Plus, it's not cumming you idiot, it's coming, the verb, not the noun. Well they're kind of both- nevermind."

"Well excuse me, but bye!" He says in a fake girl's voice.

I laugh.

"Yeah yeah...sorry for that, Justin doesn't know how to mind his own business."

Very unprofessional, I know but she is the greatest business woman I know.

"Forget that, but I don't get it. But I heard Michael Jackson so keep going." I smile excitingly.

"Jesus, you know the new song that he just released– Remember the Time?"

"Of course, I listen to it night and day." I say in a fast tone so she can hurry up and get to her point.

"Dang girl already, the song came out at the most 21 hours ago."

"Well, you know I likes to get down." I smile.

"Well what I called to tell you is..." She stalls.

"Come on Alisha." I roll my eyes.

"MICHAEL JACKSON HAS CHOSEN YOU TO BE HIS NEW MODEL FOR THE MUSIC VIDEO!!!!" She screams.

What?? No...

What?

"Iman?!" She shouts excitingly in the phone but I don't answer because I need to think for a second and get my thoughts together.

"Hellllooooo!" This time she shouts even louder.

"I'm here... but I can't take that job." I gaze into space.

"Wh- are you CRAZY? Have you been on some drugs 'cause I need to know. What do you mean you "can't take the job?" Are you attentive to the things going on. Do you realize that you ar—"

"No, I can definitely– of course, I wouldn't miss this job for the world."

"But I can't take this job." I say smiling my ears off.

"What in the world are you saying, I am totally confused."

"Nothing, it's just 'me' talk."

"I'm still not following." She says sounding confused as ever.

"Do you know how CRAZY I'll be looking on set? I will be smiling my butt off, the koolaid man smile will be coming with me everywhere I go!" I start imagining myself on set, drooling when the camera starts rolling.

"You will get over it you big teenager, we will work on that, I will come prepared- no, wait. I won't come prepared because he needs to see that pretty smile of yours." I can tell she's smirking.

"Alishhhhhaaa-"

"You will be fine girl!" She exclaims.

"Alright... I will definitely take it, considering I can't say no at all. For one, it's Michael Jackson and not considering he makes us acts like four year olds when we mention his name and two, my career is on the edge of a snowboard cliff, with an avalanche coming down the mount-"

"Okay, I get it."

"Just saying." I put the telephone on speaker and I walk over to my dresser and put the last pair of clothing I had in a suitcase and put it in the living room.

I'll let the U-haul drivers have fun transporting all my luggage. My things should be at my new home in L.A by the time I get there.

"Alright, so you will have to be at the dance studio at 6am sharp tomorrow... and for the rest of the week... and the week after that. In three weeks, on a Tuesday and Wednesday we will go to Universal Studios in Hollywood on Soundstage 40-42 and everything will be shot and filmed. And you have to be there at eight 'o clock a.m. sharp."

"Why in the world does Jackson need us to be at a dance studio at 6am... now he knows that's wayyyy too early. Trust and believe me, the stars are always late and he's probably not even going to be there at 6."

I'm not really sure if I'm a star still, considering these last couple of months but I think I can consider myself as one.

I shrug.

"Also, why does he needs me to dance? I thought I was a model." Not that I can't dance. I love to dance, and I'm a pretty great one, I probably could be on a professional level if I wanted to be, but I never showed anyone.

No one knows this, even to this day. When I grew up in Africa, I used to sneak out to a dance studio every Friday and Saturday until I was 18. That's when I moved to New York.

I still danced when I came to New York. The only difference was that I didn't sneak out of my own house, well apartment, but I did have to wear a disguise.

For some reason I just keep my dancing a secret from everyone else. I still plan to disguise and go to dance studios in L.A. when I get there.

"His manager told me you will get double pay for an actress and a dancer and... actually his manager told me that Michael actually requested you as a dancer."

"I wonder why..." That's strange.

"I know, funny right." Alisha states.

"Well you have to be at th—"

Her and I talked about the details as I pack and sooner than later I was at the airport ready to get on the plane– in disguise of course.