HIStory Rendez-vous : Chapter 1

HIStory Rendez-vous : Chapter 1 HIStory Rendez-vous : Chapter 1

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Genre: Fan Fiction

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Status: Finished

Genre: Fan Fiction

Summary

Stephanie, a 26 year old girl is in LOVE with Michael Jackson. Eventually she has the chance to go to his concert. She only dreams of becoming the YANA (You Are Not Alone) girl! Stephanie gets taken on a crazy adventure with The King Of Pop!

Summary

Stephanie, a 26 year old girl is in LOVE with Michael Jackson. Eventually she has the chance to go to his concert. She only dreams of becoming the YANA (You Are Not Alone) girl! Stephanie gets taken on a crazy adventure with The King Of Pop!

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Submitted: June 19, 2011

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Chapter: 1
Copenhagen, HIStory tour.
At one moment I was jumping up and down, rocking out and then the next, I was being hauled over a railing and dragged onto stage!
My girlfriends and I had been joking around about being picked from the audience to be the YANA girl. Saying things like,
“Ya, I’m gunna get picked.”
“In your dreams! I’m going to get picked!”
We all got to the concert really early so that we could get the best seats in the house! Front row! We were trying to raise our chances of becoming the YANA girl. Even though we really wanted to get picked we didn’t actually think that we would. Just in case, I had written my number down on a piece of paper and put it in my pocket so that I could slip my number if I got the chance too (but I kept that to myself). Even though I knew I’d never get the call anyway, but it’s worth a shot. 
I couldn’t even believe it when I was actually getting picked to be the YANA girl! I was ecstatic! I decided that when I got up there that I wouldn’t be one of those crazy girls who get pulled off the stage after 10 seconds because they were going crazy! The security guards took me up the stage. I was so nervous! I was led up and then I saw him. I looked straight into his deep brown eyes. Michael Jackson’s eyes. He was way more beautiful in person! I couldn’t believe he was right there in front of me. I walked up (trying to keep calm) and he took me into his arms; continuing to sing. I hugged him tight and rested my head on his shoulder. He was so soft and warm, and he smelt like vanilla. Mmmm... vanilla. Ugh! I couldn’t contain myself. I stuck my leg in between his and I could feel him going hard, slowly creeping up. Oh ya, he was definitely excited. He turned away from the audience to hide his excitement. He continued to sing and we rocked back and forth until unfortunately, my time was up. A security guard came over to lead my off the stage. I wasn’t going to be one of those girls who come off the stage kicking and screaming. So I walked off reaching out to him as I was led off. Then I remembered that I was gunna slip him my number. So I quickly slipped out of the guards grip and placed the piece of paper with my number on it in his hand before I quickly ran off the stage and back to my girlfriends. We enjoyed the rest of the concert and at the end we headed off to a bar. As soon as we got there I was bombarded with questions like;
“What was it like?”
“What did he smell like?”
“Did you pee your pants from the excitement?”
Of course, I was in my own little world thinking about if Michael would actually call me! I knew he wouldn’t, I mean, why would he? He’s a star! He probably doesn’t even have time for me! Nevertheless, I still had some hope. Instead of just sitting around waiting for a call that probably would never come, I ordered a few tequila tonics for myself and my friends. Throughout the whole time we were are the bar about 25 girls came up to me to ask me what it felt like to be onstage with the Michael Jackson! And throughout that whole time I didn’t get the call.
“So what was that thing you were doing just before you got off the stage?” my friend asked me.  I didn’t want to tell my friends that I had slipped him my number because I don’t want him to not call and then to have them laugh at me for even considering that he might. So I continued to keep it to myself.
“Uh... I just wanted to touch him one last time!” I lied.
I was beginning to have doubts about not raping him when I had the chance. I mean, he wouldn’t actually call me. That was probably my only shot and now it was gone! Then finally, just before I was about to give up on him calling... my phone rang. I checked the ID. Unknown number. I answered it.
“Hello?” I asked. At first I didn’t get a response, so I repeated myself a little louder this time. “Hello?
I heard someone clear his throat on the other line.
“Um... hello... this is uh... this is Michael... Michael Jackson.” 
I almost fainted. Oh my God! He actually called me! Michael Jackson called me!
“Hello!” I said excitedly. “It’s Stephanie.”
“The YANA girl?”
“Yes! Yes that’s me!” I replied.
“Well, um... look I really enjoyed being onstage with you and I was wondering if you were busy tonight... or you know...”
“No! No I’m not busy!”
“Great! So do you uh... do you want to come over?”
“Oh yes I’d love to! Where uh... where are you?” I asked him.
“I’m in LA,” he replied.
“Oh... well that’s too far, I can’t get there,” I told him disappointedly. If I hadn’t had so many drinks then I probably would have noticed that there was no way he go from Copenhagen to LA in less then a night! Michael laughed.
“I’m kidding! I’m staying in the hotel d’Angul Terrie,” he told me. I burst out laughing at his failure in pronunciation.
“You mean the hotel d’Angleterre?” I corrected.
“Ya, ya that’s it! So will you come?”
“Ya, I should be there in about 15 minutes!”
“Great. I’ll have people downstairs in the lobby that will be ready to send you up into my suite! I’ll see you later!” He said before he hung up. I didn’t even have the chance to say good-bye but that really didn’t matter. I put my cell phone in my handbag and started to head out of the bar.
“Where are you going?” one of my friends asked me.
“Nowhere,” I replied.
“Then why are you putting on your jacket?”
“Uh... I’m kinda drunk, I’m heading home,” I lied. They all burst out laughing.
“After only 2 drinks? C’mon, why are you really leaving?” They asked me again. Shit! Now what?
“Uh... I got my period.” Ha! They couldn’t argue with that one!
“Oh, alright then, we’ll see you tomorrow!” They called to me as I rushed out the door and got a cab to drive me to the hotel. I was screaming inside! I was shaking in my seat.
“What are you so jumpy about?” The cab driver asked me politely.
“I’m kinda drunk...you know how things get on a Saturday night,” I lied. He nodded in agreement.
“I remember when I was your age...” He started.
 “Oh no, not one of these cab drivers!” I thought to myself. 
“...my friends and I used to get drunk all the time. Just be sure to protect yourself alright? I’d hate to see a young, pretty girl like you get used.”
“Don’t worry... I’ll be carful...” I assured him.
“Good. That’s good. Alright here’s your stop. Have a nice night!” The cab driver called out to me as I stepped out of the car and handed him the money I owed him.

(Stay tuned for Chapter : 2!)


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