Mellow Vibes (MJ)

1. Basketball

Anita was at the basketball grounds. She was sitting down on the audience benches-which she had made herself comfortable on. Her afro bouncy hair, was packed up. But somehow, Anita's strands of hair seemed to have found their way onto her oval face. She brushed it away quickly. The wind was quite strong. Luckily she was wearing her turquoise long sleeved shirt and bell bottoms-she absolutely could not stand the tight fitting clothes girls wore in trend nowadays.

She opened her leather sketchbook. She took out her special pencil and poured her soul into it. Birds skidded across the page, waves crashed onto the page. It was as if whatever Anita drew, she could take it. Anita felt that she could be whoever she wanted when she drew. Herself. She loved it.

Minutes later, a basketball came rolling to her. Like an aeroplane message. She stopped its transition by laying her right foot on top of it.

She looked up.

Anita was breathtaken.

A boy. He had darker than brown (or balanced between brown) skin, and a massive curly and a really bouncy afro which sat on his head like a royal crown. He wore a light red three-quarter shirt and cherry red bell bottoms. Ebony shoes he wore. Shiny, Anita thought. His nose-not large or small. In the even middle. But it was his completely mocha brown eyes. Gave you that sickening turning feeling in your stomach.

He was about her age(fourteen).

She passed the basketball to him. She slightly smiled. So did he. Timorous.

They both quickly went back to their original positions.

Michael knew her. She was the girl who was bombarded by paparazzi wherever she went with her dad James Brown.

It dawned on Anita who the fine looking boy was. Michael Jackson. Lead singer of Jackson 5. Obsessed, possessed-with their music. Their music could lead her to dreams she had yet to wake from. Magical.

Michael had only about forty-five minutes left. He had a break from the Motown Studio. He knew this was the time to rest his voice and relax himself a little. He wanted to review his skills.

Michael worked too hard for a young still growing boy.

His brothers: Jermaine, Marlon, Randy, Jackie and Tito were in the Motown Studio, fixing, tuning and cleaning their instruments. Just to be ready and take that massive weight off their shoulders.

Michael could have a bit of excitement. But not for that long.

Occasionally, they would sneak glances at each other. When their eyes met they shyly looked down and carried on with their business. Anita looked at Michael over her sketchbook.

His strong muscles flexed when he scored many goals. Anita's heart fluttered and tweeted a million birds when this happened. It was completely uncontrollable. The way his large afro ruffled in a cute way while he dribbled the ball quite skillfully. It was all too much. And in an incredibly good way.

Michael's forty-five minutes were completely over. He had to get to Motown studio. The Jackson 5, or you could say 6 including little Randy, were going over their 'Get It Together' album. It had to be done. Michael's voice was going to get ready for pure and authentic work. He wasn't going to like it. He shot one last goal, then held the basketball and walked over to the exit.

Which was where Anita was sitting.

He walked briskly over to the exit, avoiding Anita's eye. So did Anita. They were too, too shy.

But Anita stared at him when his back was turned. Until he was out of sight.

Anita finished her touches on her new drawing. She closed her leather sketchbook, and gently placed it into her satchel.