MJ Imagines *CURRENTLY NOT TAKING REQUESTS*

~April 1984~

       "Of course, I'd love to!" I excitedly called into the phone. I heard a deep chuckle on the other end.

       "That's great. Could you meet me at Sunset Sound around 3pm on Saturday?" He asked me kindly. My heart was racing with excitement.

       "Yes! That's sound amazing," I breathed out, trying to contain my joy. I fell back in my couch with a content sigh.

       "Alright see you then Y/N," He spoke smoothly. I nodded and leaned my head back on the couch but soon realized that he couldn't 'see' my nod through the phone.

       "Yeah! See you then, bye!" I stood up and untangled the telephone cord from my arm. I had been nervously twisting it as I listened to him speak. I set the phone back into the receiver and dove onto the couch.

I screamed into my pillow.

       "I'M SINGING WITH PRINCE!" I yelled in joy. I kicked my legs like a little kid, punching the air.

Only a few days ago I had sent a few recording companies some of my vocals. It was only meant to be a side job so I could help a friend of mine pay for her rent. A few background vocals here and there, nothing special.

But then yesterday I get a call from a company saying they have a deal for me with a 'rising star' who heard my vocals and wanted to sing with me.

I did not believe them when they said Prince. But today I get a phone call from the one and only asking me to sing a duet with him for his upcoming album, Purple Rain.

I rolled over on my couch and looked up at the ceiling with a toothy grin. But I was soon broken from my happy daze when my alarm clock began blaring. I flinched and groaned as I sat up and walked over to my side table.

       "Why did I set this?" I questioned myself quietly as I examined the alarm clock to turn it off.

5:00pm

Then it hit me.

       "Shit!" I yelled out as I sprinted to my bedroom. I began to rip through my closet as I threw off my sweatpants and pulled on a pair of jeans.

I ran to my bathroom and brushed my hair out. I proceeded to wash my face and brush my teeth quickly, followed by some perfume.

I ran to my front door and swiped my keys off my nightstand as I sprinted out of my apartment.

       "I can't be late," I mumbled as I jumped into my 1969 Plymouth Road Runner. I started it and quickly pulled out of my apartment parking lot.

I couldn't be late.

I was having dinner with the Jacksons.

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I pulled up to the Encino house in twenty minutes flat. Normally, it took me a half an hour to forty minutes to make it from my apartment in Glendale to Encino, but I took my chances getting pulled over.

After all, it had been so long since I had seen Michael.

After the Triumph tour ended I thought I would have more time with him but soon enough he was back in the studio recording for his album Thriller. Then the Thriller short film was getting shot and I got to see him a bit more since he was shooting it in Los Angeles.

I was so proud of his accomplishments 2 months ago at the Grammys. The work this man did definitely paid off two fold. He deserved everything he got. He was truly a genius.