Guardian Angel || Michael Jackson

04: Daisy's Disco

"This is your mission, and you're doing this whether you like it or not."

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Fact: 1969, August 11th

The Jackson 5 was formally introduced to the music press by Diana Ross, on behalf of Motown, at a special party with 350 guests in Daisy's Disco in Beverly Hills.

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It was a miracle that I didn't faint.

I just sat there, petrified on my damn seat with my eyes wide and mouth gaping. I didn't even know if I was still alive or what, but my brain was having trouble digesting the fact that I was in the year 1969, with The Jackson 5 performing in front of my very eyes.

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

"Miss, are you alright?"

The woman next to me was looking at me with a worried face. I turned to her. "Punch me."

She frowned. "What?"

"Punch me," I repeated. I pointed at my face. "Here, hard."

I was probably just dreaming. All I need is one heavy punch on my face so I could finally wake up.

"I'm sorry, Miss, but I--" The woman paused. "I don't understand why you want me to hurt you."

"Come on, just do it. I wont hit back, I just need to wake up!"

"But.. but you're already awake."

I shook my head. No. Just no way. This can't be happening, this is impossible!

I stood up and looked around, and that's when everything started hitting me. The whole place seemed to spin around me. Everyone was in a suit and fancy dress. I was the only one who was wearing a tank top and ripped skinny jeans. People's hair were crazy and weird-looking, and everyone was looking classy and expensive. To put it simply, I was like a piece of trash in a chest filled with diamonds. This was obviously not a 2009 environment and this absolutely wasn't my time. I was really in the 60's. I didn't know how this happened but this is fucking insane.

I put my hands on either side of my head, my eyes heating up. What in the actual fuck just happened to me? 

I felt something vibrated in my pocket. I was still unable to think straight but the ringtone and the vibration led me back to my senses. I blinked numerous times and touched the vibrating thing in my pocket and I found out that it was a cellphone--the one the old woman gave me earlier--and I didn't know why it was ringing but I immediately took it out. Someone's calling and I frowned in confusion when I saw the name written on the screen. Grams.

I answered it without a second thought and I immediately heard the old woman's familiar hoarse voice from the other end of the line.

"How's 1969, gal?"

And with that simple question, my entire being shook at the realization. I knew it. I fucking knew it. She's the reason why this was happening to me!

I didn't know what to say and I was too confused and shocked, all the emotions mixed up and her words seemed to trigger everything so I ended up crying frantically. My head couldn't take everything and I didn't know what to do so the first thing that came out of my mouth was a crispy, "Fuck you!"