It all started in 1987, when supermodel; Tatiana Thumbtzen is casted in Michael Jackson's music video, The Way You Make Me Feel. Is it really true to see your love at first sight?
As fame builds up for Tatiana leading into her having a singing car...
It couldn't have been Karen. She didn't even know Tatiana was performing at the club--
Rachel?
I chuckle slightly shaking my head. "She's dead. Ghosts don't send letters." I mumble to myself.
I suddenly hear footsteps and I look up, squinting my eyes slightly. There was Tatiana onstage practicing the dance routine for "Smooth Criminal."
I quietly walk closer to the stage without her noticing.
I watch for a moment, before clearing my throat lightly. She stops immediately, jumping slightly before looking out at me.
"Hey--" I lick my lips as she blushes slightly.
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"You should stop sneaking up on my like that all the time." she groans putting a hand over her heart. I chuckle as I climb up on the stage swiftly.
"You're here early."
"I couldn't sleep, so I took a cab here." she shrugs, making my eyes widen.
"You what?" I feel my heart race, my voice shaking slightly. "Tatiana-- why didn't you just come back to my room, or just have me bring you? I don't like the fact of you going somewhere alone. Especially now."
"Michael, calm down. I'm fine. It's no big deal, okay? Anyway the whole note thing is probably just some twist trying to scare me."
"Tati--no. I have a feeling th--"
"Michael, please.." she sighs pulling her wild curls up in a bun. "It's nothing, okay? I mean it's creepy but it's not anything to worry about."
"I'm just trying to take care of you."
"But I can take care of myself, too." she says slowly.
"So you don't want me to take care of you? I established yesterday what this is from here on out."
"Michael--I don't want to talk about this." she sighs out walking away as I follow her, slipping off my jacket.
"And why not?"
"Because I don't Michael." she says her jaw clenching slightly. "And I don't feel like arguing about this either."
I chuckle. "I'm not. But I don't understand why I can't take care of you."
"I didn't say that."
"Right, because you said you didn't walk to talk about it."
"You're fucking childish sometimes. I swear." she hisses as I smirk slightly.
"No, you're just not answering my question. We're in a relationship and you're expecting me not to be worried about things like this?" I shake my head. "Are you kidding me?"
"Because...you obsess over it and overreact."
"I'm just trying not to lose you for a second time Tatiana."
