Forever, Michael

he's a smooth criminal

: bad era

: do take note that every chapter will mostly be on your point of view.

p.s michael might look really arrogant here :>

another p.s smooth criminal is just a music video here, not a part of a film.

enjoy reading!

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why?

why does it have to be him? of all people i can work with. you thought to yourself.

you were offered $2 million just to work for the man you didn't want to work with, which was no other than the king of pop himself, Michael Jackson.

you're known for being the best film/music video director in Hollywood. everyone looked up to you, just like what they do to every artist existing.

and when they say every artist, it includes that man, who's always compared with you since everyone thought you're as genius as he is; which is why you were hired to direct his music video.

you don't particularly hate him— well, not at all in fact. you just didn't want to work with him, since you thought your ideas would clash, and nothing would work out.

"2 million dollars? damn (Y/N), that's a huge catch", your best friend, Marisa, says with a chuckle. you only groan and roll your eyes in annoyance, placing your legs over the handrest of the couch. "i don't wanna work with him, Mar. after everything i've heard about him about how he works with his music videos? no fucking way, working with him would be a pain in the ass for me".

Marisa scoffs. "(Y/N), he's a perfectionist".

"exactly my point".

"you're a perfectionist yourself, too. what are you blabbering about?". that made you go silent. Marisa sighs, and she sat on the floor just right beside the couch you were sitting on, looking up at you. "think about it, (Y/N). perfectionists make great works just by themselves. what more could happen if two perfectionists work together?".

"it would be utter chaos, Mar".

"you won't know unless you experience it, silly. you both have great minds! great minds think alike".

—

a week passed and finally, the day of the shooting for Michael's music video, Smooth Criminal, has arrived. you met people who work for him, and they all seemed nice.

as for Michael...

once you arrived inside the shooting venue, you saw him practicing with the rest of the backup dancers. you watched intently as he made everyone stop and point out the littlest mistake one of the backup dancers made. it wasn't in a humiliating way though. his approach was calm, and you thought he was very cool.

"you did it wrong. it should be like this...and...". the way Michael moved just seemed so cool in your eyes. seeing him dance in person was way better than watching him in his videos.

"Michael!", his manager, Frank, called him. Michael looked at your direction for a while, and back at the dancers. "just keep on practicing. i'll be back in a few", he says, and the dancers do as they were told.

once Michael turned and walked towards you, you can't help but feel stunned.

he's...dashing. how can one look as perfect as him?

"Michael i would like you to meet—", Frank starts, but Michael beats him to it.

"(Y/N), i know. i've been seeing her all over the news". he flashed a smile, and you swore to yourself that you're seeing the sun shining before you.