MJ Imagines *CURRENTLY NOT TAKING REQUESTS*

~Quick side note, I made this to be sort of a part two to 'Gosh, Diana.' Enjoy!~

~February 28, 1984~ Encino House

       "This is going to be crazy," I breathed out, setting my face in my hands.

Tonight was the Grammy Awards and I was up for three nominations tonight. Best New Artist, Best Pop Vocal Performance-Female, and Best R&B Vocal Performance-Female. When I had heard about my nominations I couldn't make the anxious feeling in my chest go away. It only grew as I awaited this night.

Ever since my performance on the Triumph Tour three years ago, not only had Michael and I gotten together but my career had begun to take off. My label hadn't told me how well my sales were doing that night but a week later thousands of copies had been sold all over the world.

So tonight was a huge night for me but an even bigger night for Michael. After Michael released his Thriller short film his sales went through the roof, millions of copies being sold in only a few weeks after it's release, leading him to have 12 nominations at the Grammys. Everyone was so immensely proud of him except Jermaine, who the whole time Michael's album was being produced, thought it wouldn't go anywhere.

       "You know it kid," Hazel Gordy, Jermaine's wife told me as she held a dress out in front of her.

       "What do you think of this one?" She asked me as she held up a purple gown she had with her. I groaned and rubbed my eyes tiredly.

       "It's great, for the tenth time, it's great," I laughed out in disbelief. She sucked in her teeth and shook her head at the dress.

       "You said that about the last one," She said as she moved to place the dress back on a hanger. I laid back onto the bed in the Encino house's guest bedroom as we picked out our outfits for the night.

I had already decided mine a while back. It was a white gown that dipped at my cleavage and had a ribbon around my waist. Latoya had gotten made for me so she added a bit of her flair, making it sparkle against light.

I watched as Hazel went back to the closet, staring at it as she rubbed her chin in thought.

       "We're so going to be late," I singsonged to her as she sifted through the closet. She turned her head and scrunched her eyebrows together.

       "Fashionably late, Y/N, Fashionably," She spoke to me intensely before she turned around and dug back into the clothes.

I sat up from my lying position and rested my hands on my knees.

       "Ain't gonna matter how fashionably late we are if the shows over when we get there," I grumbled under my breath as I rested one hand on my forehead.

       "This is it!" Hazel cried out in excitement as she turned to face me. I looked up with bored eyes as she raised a blue dress into the air.

My eyes widened and I smiled genuinely as I looked to her. The dress had a metallic look to it with large bows on either shoulder.

       "That's going to look gorgeous," I told her truthfully. She gave me a toothy smile as she looked into the mirror beside her, pressing the dress against her. She moved to look at both sides of her and soon a look of concern spread across her features.

       "Are you sure, cause maybe that...," She started but I shot up from the bed and grabbed her arm.

       "Nope, nope, it's perfect," I reiterated over and over again as I pushed her into the bathroom. "Now get dressed cause we're leaving in a half hour." I commanded.