"I highly doubt that you knew Michael Jackson. The Michael Jackson? Michael freaking Jackson? The King of Pop?"

He spoke loud enough so that the audio recorder could catch his voice.

"You really expect me to believe that? You are seriously wasting my time Diana. Michael is way too famous."

"It's the truth. I'm sure you heard his Bad album. Have you not heard Dirty Diana? The song is written for me and only me. Now you're supposed to interview me remember? Not judge me. I may be a lot of things, but I'm not crazy."

"Okay," he spat "continue. The date is January 23, 1990. My name is Tom Banks and I'm sitting here with a woman by the name of Diana. I can already tell that this is going to be one hell of a story. Go ahead Diana."

"Well it took place in the year-"

"Speak louder," he demanded.

"Okay. It took place during the summer in the year 1987. Michael was currently on tour, promoting his upcoming Bad album that was released in August that same year."

"Okay? And what else?" he asked. Judging by his reaction, he doesn't believe a word I'm saying. I'm just wasting my time and his.

"I used to work as a bartender at a nightclub here in Los Angeles. It had a Burlesque theme, which I thought was pretty cool. The moment he walked in, I knew I had to get his attention somehow. He was such a sweetheart. Very sweet and down to Earth. Like I said earlier, I could seduce any man. Any man I wanted, hell I even had Prince. But Michael was just....different."

"Continue."

|Flashback 1987|

Hollywood Club Crawl

"Good evening Los Angeles. Welcome to Hollywood Club Crawl. I am your host, the Superman Lover. In case you don't know or forgot, this is a Burlesque themed nightclub. Next up we have a young lady by the name of Ali Rose. She was born and raised here in Los Angeles and has a voice like an angel. She's currently backstage and will go live in five minutes. Stay tuned, you don't want to miss this."

"Hey Diana," my friend Christine said while approaching me in the bathroom "your fifteen minute break is over. Girl get your ass out there and work. You know you need this job."

"Honey chill. I know what I'm doing. Give me thirty seconds. I just need to make sure my makeup and hair is laid."

She rolled her eyes. "D you look good as is. And besides, you're a freaking bartender. That's it. Who the hell is looking at you? These customers are too busy focusing on these singers."

"Remember this... always, always, always keep your appearance up. If no one else is going to tell you, I will. A woman should always keep her appearance up," I smiled.

"Your thirty seconds is up. Now get back to work. Hell, because it's my turn to take a fifteen anyway," she giggled.

I rolled my eyes and walked back to my work station. I glanced at myself in my mini mirror one last time, and applied more lipstick while drawing a fake mole above my mouth.

"Hey Diana. It's good seeing you."

"I already know what you want Travis. A glass of Patron. You order the same damn thing every time you're in here," I said while he handed me his payment.

"Like I always say; there's no need to give me a menu. Because I always order the same drink."

"Next time you should try an apple Martini. It's very popular and it's so sweet," I said while fixing his drink.

"Sweet just like you huh?" he chuckled.

I looked over at him and smirked.

"What's up Los Angeles I'm the Superman Lover and I'll be your host tonight. I promised you that I would bring talent on this stage, and that's what I'm going to do. Please give a warm California welcome to Miss Ali Rose."

The audience applauded while the room became slightly dark. Seconds later she walked on stage while the spotlights followed.

"Oooh, oh yeah yeah. Oooh yeah yeah," she began with her eyes closed.

"Sing girl!" someone from the crowd yelled.

"I need a tough lover, yeah yeah yeah. I need a, tough lover, woo."

Her backup singers, which consisted of three young girls, united with her onstage. She opened her eyes, and continued while the crowd went wild.

"When he kisses me, I get that thrill. When he do the wiggle I won't keep still. I want a tough lover, yeah yeah. A tough lover, woo. I need a tough lover, yeah yeah. Tough lover."

I flashed a huge smile and began to clap with the rest of the audience. This is one of the many reasons why I love my job. I have witnessed a lot of undiscovered talent on that very stage. I can tell that she's having a great time as well as her backup dancers.

Two minutes later, she began to bless us with another song. I listened while fixing drinks for my customers.

"A guy what takes his time, I'll go for any time. I'm a fast moving gal who likes them slow. Got no use for fancy driving, want to see a guy arriving in low. I'd be satisfied, electrified, to know a guy who takes his time...ooh."

After two minutes of singing, dancing, and snapping fingers, she's finally finished. We gave her a standing ovation. Very talented young girl that's going places.

"So that was Miss Ali Rose from Los Angeles. Now I have one more surprise for you. Look to your right," he said. We did what we were told.

"Okay now look to your left and somebody scream!!!!"

"Ahhhhhh!!!!" we screamed because in walks the Michael Jackson. Michael Jackson! As well as his millions of bodyguards of course.

"So Michael is currently on tour, I'm sure you all know that if you're a real fan. His upcoming album Bad will debut in August so be sure to pick it up when it drops. Now I'm going to hand the mic over to the King, he has an announcement to make. Don't mind me y'all, right now I'm currently shitting my pants."

We laughed while Michael took over the stage. He's such a handsome man. There's not a woman alive that can call him ugly. If they do then they're lying. And their mom's mom knows it.

"How you doing Los Angeles?" he asked. As usual, the crowd went nuts. I mean it's Michael fucking Jackson. I'm convinced he has a spell on his fans.

"So I'm here tonight to announce that I'm looking for talent. And wow, I haven't seen that much talent since...my last concert actually," he chuckled, referring to Ali.

He smiled at her and I gave her a stank look.

"I'm looking for someone to perform with me at my last concert, so that's plenty of time. Who's it gonna be?"

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How was it? Was it good? Be honest lmao. Also just wanted to let you know that I'm fucking obsessed with Michael Jackson and I'm already working on more books. "Billie Jean," "Blood On the Dance Floor", "Thriller", and possibly ghosts. And "Darling Nikki" is next for all of my Prince lovers.

Also in case you didn't know, this chapter is based on the movie and soundtrack "Burlesque" with Christina Aguilera and Cher.

This will be a short story so expect about 10 chapters. If you're enjoying, please continue to vote and comment because yall motivate me. If you don't give a fuck, then why should I? Lol.