Mature Era

Song: Love Lana Del Ray

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"I don't want to." You protested. 

"Why not?" Michael whined. 

"I'm...I don't look great in dresses and am not a dress girl." You protested. 

"Well, that's fine. I won't force you to wear one if it's not enough. Y/N, I want you to be there, and it's just for one night--nothing too bad." Said, Michael. 

"It is bad." You quivered. 

Michael shook his head. He mumbles, "I don't have time to deal with this. You don't have to go, and it's fine." He turned his heel to leave out of the room as you stood there to progress. 

You are not usually a dress girl if you wear anything so elegant and extravagant at the World's Music Awards. Michael has received awards in the past, and it's 2006, so he wanted you to be there. There is even a party with other celebrities for which you are not a party-goer. You like parties, but not when there are so many people; you want to stay only briefly. It would be best if you weren't complaining when you're dating the king of pop, and he sees how different you are from everyone. 

"Maybe I should go just to make him feel better. I shouldn't be a stick in the mud." You said to yourself as you walked out to find him. "Michael?" You called out to him as he came back around the corner. 

"Yes, sweetie?" He asked. 

"I was thinking about what you said, and maybe I should--"

"You don't have to." Said, Michael. You looked at him quite confused, and he continued, "I asked Beyonce to go with me there. So, you don't have to worry about going since you didn't want to." 

You looked at him speechless, yet hurt since you didn't tell him about changing your mind. 

"Oh...okay." You squeaked. 

"Are you okay?" Michael asked, looking at you a bit worried. 

"Yeah, I'm fine." You replied. 

~ Time Skip~

Night arrives, and Michael leaves the house soon after leaving you alone. You wish you had forced yourself to go and enjoy the party, but you would need to be in a crowded place full of people.

"Well, I don't have to. What's stopping me?" You asked, looking away from the window after the limo drove off. 

You wanted to relax at home, but some felt guilty about declining the offer to go with Michael to the awards. So, you go into your closet and look inside to move the clothes aside as you notice a lovely dress. It was a gift from your grandfather that he gave you to wear before he passed away last summer.  

"I haven't worn this dress to any event, but maybe I should try it on." You said. 

You wear the dress with short heels, mascara, red lipstick, black earrings, and pink blush. Your hair was curly-free with the black butterfly pins on your hair. You even placed a mask around your face that was glittery as well. 

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Staring at yourself in your reflection, you felt like a Disney princess going to a royal ball.

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Arriving at the award ceremony, you wore the dress you had stored in your closet. Grandpa knew this dress would be a good one to knock everyone's heels off the floor since he brought it for you to wear for the occasion. You stepped out of the vehicle as the male outside that helped you out looked at you as if you were a mysterious maiden appearing for the night of the hour. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. I don't know if I was supposed to bring a ticket to be here tonight." As he politely declined, you dug inside your bag to look for the ticket to give to him. 

"No need, ma'am. You are welcome to go inside without giving me a ticket." He said as you looked at him, surprised.

"Oh, okay. Thank you!" You beamed. 

Entering inside, you notice that the place must be packed, and security guards are securing the building. Many of them focused on you since you were walking cautiously, taking time to scan around the place. Soon, you heard the loud voices of many people in the crowd cheering for their favorite celebrities. 

"Wow, quite a crowd tonight." You commented. 

"Pardon me?" A gentleman came over to you as he bowed down to you. "Are you looking for a seat to get a closer look at tonight's awards ceremony, ma'am?" He asked, looking at you head to toe. 

"Uh...yes. I am!" You lightly chuckled. 

"Follow me." He gestured for you to follow him since there was a special seat just for you to get through the thick crowd. Walking down was like a dream; you must be careful going down the stairs. 

"Here you are, dear." He said, taking your hand to have you seated between some celebrities that were Rihanna and Kelly Clarkson. 

"I love your dress! Where'd you get it?" Rihanna asked. 

"It was a gift." You replied. 

You had your eyes turned to look up at the stage, and Beyonce came up as she presented the World Music Award and Diamond Award to Michael. He came up, and sure enough, they hugged together, making you envious. Yet, you didn't care since you remembered his words before he left to come here. Later, they were singing "We Are The World," and you sang along while moving your body in your seat to sway to the beat.

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"Oh my, look at that dress." One commented. 

"Even those hairpins that are like butterflies. Beautiful." Another commented. 

You were looking around, feeling anxious, and your heart was racing because you had never been around so many people, including your favorite celebrities. 

I'm getting thirsty. 

You looked around and noticed that there was a bartender serving drinks. You shook your head. Not much of a drinker which a robust alcoholic taste, but you'll take a glass of water instead. 

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Michael was talking with some of his friends and was enjoying his night. Then, he spotted Beyonce and spoke with her briefly before she commented about the 'mystery girl' that was here tonight. 

"Have you seen the girl around here?" Beyonce asked. 

"No. I haven't, but everyone seems to be talking about her." Said, Michael. 

"It's unbelievable. She's got a lovely dress, a mask, and butterfly pins that look marvelous." Beyonce commented. 

The two watched her grab a glass of water from the bartender, and she turned around with her back faced away. Michael looked at the girl and recognized her as he looked at her in 'awe.'

It can't be my girl. Is it?

"Imma grab me a drink." Said, Michael. 

Beyonce nodded as she turned to face her friends and talk with them. Meanwhile, you were drinking your water before someone tapped on your shoulder. You turned to see your boyfriend standing there as you almost choked on your water. 

"Oh, um..." You croaked. 

"Well, baby girl, I wasn't expecting to see you here tonight. You dressed up really nice, and this dress is just...wow." He commented, looking at your short form, making you sheepless. 

You lowered your head down, mumbling, "Thank you." He giggled. 

"Baby, how long were you here?" He asked.

"It's quite a story." You're just, so you know – you, looking back up at him. "I didn't have to pay to get in, and I just been escorted to a lucky seat to watch the award ceremony. Congratulations. I even managed to get all eyes on me tonight. I think that's about it." You replied. 

Michael hums as he nods his head. 

"Are you mad?" You asked. 

He shook his head. "No. Why would I be mad?" He asked. 

"I just thought you wouldn't be happy to see me tonight. You look so happy to be with Beyonce tonight, and I didn't want to ruin it for you." You said, looking up while tapping your glass. 

"Y/N, why would I be upset if you came? I'm surprised." He grinned. 

"Me too. I thought about going because I wanted to try but was nervous. I'm not used to big crowds." You explained. 

"I understand." He takes your hands to hold your hands in his making you fluster a bit. He pecks the back of your hand. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, my cinderella." 

"Now, all I need is a fairy godmother, animal friends, and prince charming." You giggled. You are doing a little hop with your heels clicking on the floor makes Michael laugh. 

"I'll be your prince charming." He said, leaning in to kiss your temple. 

You are flustered as he smiles before you spot Beyonce waving at you. You shyly wave over at her, and Michael wraps an arm around your waste. 

"Would my princess like to have this dance?" He asked. 

"I wouldn't mind, sir Michael." You replied in a playful tone.