MJ Imagines *CURRENTLY NOT TAKING REQUESTS*

~September 1983~

       "C'mon Y/N were gonna be late!" Ola whined as she pulled my arm towards the studio door. I froze in place as my heart began to speed up with every step I took.

Rehearsals for the Thriller video were coming to an end and shooting was going to start soon, so Ola had asked if she could bring me to one of the rehearsals so 'her little sis' could see her work.

She took me to the set early so she could introduce me to some of her co-workers. First, I met John Landis who was just as sarcastically funny as Ola had described. Then she took me to meet some of the dancers, who Ola decided to give a few of the guys my number.

So, I guess I'll be expecting a few phone calls.

But now it was the choreography time slot of rehearsal so we began walking towards the studio, where the dancers I had met earlier would be dancing with the one and only Michael Jackson.

When Ola had told me she would doing a short film with him, I thought she was crazy. But then she would come to my apartment with scripts and the photos from the set. I had jealousy build up in me as she spoke more and more about her experience. Ola knew I had a huge crush on him since he was in the Jackson 5 and I knew she was prepared to exploit that fully when I would be in the same room with him.

       "Y/N I'm serious...let's...go," She struggled as she gave me a large tug towards the door. Only a few feet away now.

       "No way, I'll just cut my tour short and go home," I started and tried to pull back. "I think mom wanted me to come for dinner anyways." I rambled out as I tried to escape from Ola's grasp.

       "Girl, I swear if you don't get your butt in there right now...," Ola grumbled out as she pulled my arm through the doors. I tried to pull back again but she heaved one last tug and I tumbled into the room.

I tripped and fell onto my knees. I hissed as pain shot through my legs. I felt my hair cascade down over my face as I saw the few pins on the ground that was holding my hair together had fallen out. I heard Ola chuckling behind me and I looked to her with a scowl on my face. I opened my mouth to speak but was quickly interrupted.

       "Are you ok?" A concern laced voice spoke. I nearly choked on air as I recognized the soft and smooth voice immediately. I froze as I heard footsteps coming near me.

Still looking at Ola, I widened my eyes and she winked at me, an amused smile set on her face. I sat there, still, as I debated sprinting out of the room to the car outside and leaving. But I was knocked out of my shocked state as I felt two large hands grasp my arms in front of me.

They began to help me off the ground and I bit my lip to hold back the pain in my knees. Finally, as I stood up fully, I looked to the person in front of me and sucked in a breath.

Michael Jackson stood in front of me with his eyebrows furrowed in concern. I watched as his eyes looked me over to make sure I wasn't hurt. I took that moment to do the same and I saw he was wearing a red and black button up with black slacks, and a pair of loafers to match. He's actually in front of me. This is real.

       "Gosh, you took quite a fall there," He spoke softly, giving me a small smile. I opened my mouth slightly to say something but was still at a loss for words. Luckily, Ola came in to fix what she started.

       "That she did Mike," Ola spoke as she slapped a hand onto my shoulder. I broke my gaze from Michael and looked towards Ola with narrowed eyes. She gave me a smirk and continued.

       "Michael this is Y/N Ray, Y/N this is Michael Jackson," She boasted to me. I looked over to Michael who gave me a shy smile as he removed his hands, almost, reluctantly from my arms.