An Exclusive Interview With Michael Jackson

I'm meeting Michael Jackson???

It was 1988 and Michael Jackson's Bad tour set foot in Kansas City.

I'd never thought that this day would come. The day I would meet the Michael Jackson.

A call from my manger at 1pm on a regular Sunday afternoon got my stomach churning to the point that I literally threw up.

"What?" Emily yelled into the phone. There goes my eardrum.

Me and Emily have been best friends for pretty much our whole entire life and we've been hardcore Michael Jackson fans ever since.

"I know right! Who would have thought?"

"When are you gonna see him?" Emily responded.

"Dunno," I replied, realising that I've forgotten the time and date that I'm supposed to see him.
Michael's a busy guy and to just barge into his rehearsals is just plain disrespect.

"What do you mean you don't know? This is Michael Jackson, your all-time crush. Don't mess it up the same way you messed it up at prom."

"Gee, thanks," I replied with full-time sarcasm in my voice.
I love Emily, but she can be annoying at times.

"Now I gotta go and call my manger about it. I'll call you back once I get the details."

"Kay," Emily responded, excited as hell.

I look at my left. "10 am" my alarm says. Seems to me I ought to get ready for the big day, even though I don't know when it's going to happen. Anyway, I got to get ready for work.

I go to the bathroom and turn the shower on. Before entering, I tie my long, jet black hair into a simple bun and protect it with a shower cap.
Finally, I enter and coat my body with hot, steaming water.

Am I the only person that just spend majority of their showering time
coating themselves with water?

Well, today's not the day to be doing that. I rush my time in the bathroom and go back to the bedroom.

Figuring out what to wear, I randomly select a plain, white tee, denim jeans, a denim jacket and converses.
I also grab my black glasses and watch, tie my hair into a ponytail and moisture my lips with vaseline.

I decided to go natural cause a) I don't have time to put on makeup and b) Why not?

I run downstairs and lock the house. Looking up at the clear, blue sky, I felt that today was going to be a good day.
Into my Mercedes Benz I go.

During my journey to Spotlight Studios, "The Way You Make Me Feel" starts playing on the radio and I couldn't resist dancing and singing along. That might be something I'll tell to Michael.
Many people were watching me, but I could care less - this song is my jam!

Once I arrived there, everyone's eyes were on me. I felt quite uncomfortable so I continued to walk at the end of the corridor without making eye contact.
Luckily, my manger was right at the end.

"Malaysia, darling! How are you?"

"Good, until I entered the door. Why's everyone staring at me?"

"Well, what do you think?"

"If this is about meeting Michael Jackson, then there's no point thinking."

"Don't mind them. They're just jealous."

"What should I do?"

"Nothing. Don't waste your time on them."

"Okay."

"Why did you even come here?"

I stopped for a second, thinking about what Mark just asked me.

"Umm, because I work here."