A/N: This is a request from MichaelJacksonPotato.............girl, I hope you like it!
I tried my best and if it sucked then I sincerely apologize.
Also, I'd like to note that the lyrics to the songs may be wrong but I would like to say in my defense, that I just copied and pasted them from a lyrics website sooooo yes.
Do enjoy.
Have fun!
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"Mom, I'm so nervous!" you say anxiously as you pace up and down the room.
"Honey, just relax," your mom encourages you as you fiddle with your fingers.
Michael Jackson had been hosting sets of auditions for a female singer to perform with him during his HIStory tour and your mother had strongly urged you to try out since you were quite the singer.
And also because you'd adored Michael's music ever since you were six.
You'd loved music ever since you were a little girl and both of your parents adored that quality about you.
Your voice was simply heaven when you started singing.
"What if I forget the words?" you suck in some air through your teeth.
"You're singing a song written by your idol," she raises an eyebrow. "In front of your idol," she shrugs. "What could possibly go wrong?"
You gawk at your mother as you realize that she's not making things any better for you.
"But mom I-"
"Lorelai?" a female voice cuts you off and you turn your head to see a blonde woman beckoning you in to the auditions room. "You're up,"
"Oh my God.." you whisper nervously.
"You'll do fine!" your mom encourages. "Now go!"
You take the microphone from the blonde woman and grip it tightly as you make your way into the unknown.
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"And what is your name?" Michael looks up at you as you stand front and center of the room.
"Lorelai," you respond softly into the microphone - earning a smile from him.
"That's a lovely name," he smiles, his eyes focused on you as you try not to look too nervous. "And how old are you Lorelai?"
You clear your throat as you look around the room nervously.
It was just you and Michael.
How the hell did everyone else survive?
The fact that one had to perform in front of the legend himself - was pretty intimidating.
"Eighteen," you say, a little shakily.
"Ah," his eyes fall back to the paper in front of him.
He looks....disappointed?
Wait, what?
"Well, do go ahead," he nods encouragingly and you breathe steadily as the melody for the song you're performing kicks in.
Looking out, across the nighttime. The city winks a sleepless eye. Hear her voice, shake my window; a sweet, seducing sigh.
You breathe for a moment - your silky voice echoing off the walls before you continue.
Get me out into the nighttime. Four walls won't hold me tonight. If it this town is just an apple, then let me take a bite.
Your eyes are closed all the while as the melody consumes you - shutting everything out.
If they say "why?" "why?"
Tell 'em that his human nature.
Why, why, does he do it that way?
If they say "why?" "why?"
Tell 'em that is human nature.
Why, why, does he do it that way?
You breathe and open your eyes slightly, your chest moving a little from the amount of effort and emotion infused into the song.
Reaching out to touch a stranger, electric eyes are everywhere. See that girl, she knows I'm watching - she likes the way I stare.
If they say "why?" "why?"
Tell 'em that is human nature.
Why, why, does he do it that way?
If they say "why?" "why?"
Tell 'em that is human nature.
Why, why, does he do it that way?
I like living this way,
I like loving this way.
You mimic one of Michael's iconic stage expressions slightly as you begin the next line - keeping your eyes off Michael all the while.
The way. (The way it was)
The way. (The way it was)
Looking out, across the morning. A city's heart begins to beat. Reaching out, I touch her shoulder - I'm dreaming of the street.
If they say "why?" "why?"
Tell 'em that is human nature.
Why, why, does he do it that way?
If they say "why?" "why?"
(Just tell me you like me to be around)
Ooh tell 'em.
Why, why, does he do it that way?
If they say "why?" "why?"
Why, why does he do it that way?
If they say, "Why? Why?"
(Just tell me you like me to be around.)
Ooh, tell 'em.
Why, why does he do it that way?
And they say, "Why? Why?"
Ooh, tell 'em.
Why, why does he do it that way?
They say, "Why? Why?"
(Just tell me you like me to be around.)
Why, why does he do it that way?
I like living this way.
The way
The way
You finally stop, letting out a huge breath and bring your eyes to Michael who seems to be completely taken aback.
You smile shyly, clutching the microphone close to your chest.
"Well Lorelai...." he says with an astounded expression. "Congratulations, you've got the job,"
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"Oh my God!" you say as you pace up and down backstage.
Tonight was the night of the first concert of the HIStory tour........the first of many that you'd be performing for.
You were pretty nervous but excited as well.
The feeling was indescribable.
"Just relax Lorelai," Frank, Michael's manager, says reassuringly as you watch Michael perform the first few of his solo numbers.
"I'm just..." you continue to take deep breaths. "This song is so iconic and I'm afraid that I'll screw up,"
The first song that you were going to sing with Michael was 'Smooth Criminal'.
It was thought that having a female part in that song would be something new and fun.
Therefore, you were going to do it and you were nervous as hell.
"You're not going to screw up Lorelai," Frank smiles reassuringly. "You've been rehearsing with Michael and everything's been fine, right?"
"Yeah but-"
"No buts," he chuckles. "If everything goes well during rehearsals then nothing unexpected should happen up there. Just breathe,"
You take a deep breath before the lights on stage dim and Frank pushes you on.
"Good luck kid," he whispers before you make your way out onto the stage.
You quickly adjust your microphone which is elegantly situated on your face (yenno, the ones that come across your cheek? XD)...and breathe.
You can do this, Lorelai.
The beat begins and you begin to move the way Michael had taught you to.
Of course, your attire was somewhat similar to his so you looked rather smart.
Michael begins his part of the song as you dance along gracefully.
As he came into the window, it was the sound of a crescendo. He came into her apartment, he left the bloodstains on the carpet. She ran underneath the table, he could see she was unable. So she ran into the bedroom, she was struck down, it was her doom.
You walk up to him - as rehearsed - and look into his eyes as the two of you begin to harmonize.
Annie, are you OK?
So, Annie, are you OK?
Are you OK, Annie?
Annie, are you OK?
So, Annie, are you OK?
Are you OK, Annie?
Annie, are you OK?
So, Annie, are you OK?
Are you OK, Annie?
Annie, are you OK?
So, Annie, are you OK,?
Are you OK, Annie?
You move away from him, gliding backwards on your feet astoundingly as he sings the chorus.
Annie are you okay?
Will you tell us, that you're okay?
There's a sign in the window that he struck you, a crescendo, Annie?
He came into your apartment, he left the bloodstains on the carpet.
Then you ran into the bedroom, you were struck down.
It was your doom.
You walk, flipping your coat a little as you do so before singing your part.
Annie, are you OK?
So, Annie, are you OK?
Are you OK Annie?
Annie, are you OK?
So, Annie, are you OK?
Are you OK Annie?
Annie, are you OK?
So, Annie, are you OK?
Are you OK Annie?
You've been hit by
You've been hit by
A smooth criminal.
You tip your hat at the audience as they cheer and you continue.
So they came into the out-way, it was Sunday - what a black day.
Mouth to mouth resuscitation, sounding heartbeats, intimidation.
You giggle a little at the energy coming from the audience as you brush past Michael, him continuing with his part.
Annie, are you OK?
So, Annie, are you OK?
Are you OK Annie?
Annie, are you OK?
So, Annie, are you OK?
Are you OK Annie?
Annie, are you OK?
So, Annie, are you OK?
Are you OK Annie?
Annie, are you OK?
So, Annie, are you OK?
Are you OK Annie?
He takes you by the hand, spinning you around before letting you slide to the left side of the stage as you sing the chorus.
Annie are you okay?
Will you tell us that you're okay?
There's a sign in the window that he struck you, a crescendo Annie.
He came into your apartment, he left the bloodstains on the carpet.
Then you ran into the bedroom, you were struck down - it was your doom.
You and Michael meet eyes again as the harmony kicks in once more.
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you okay?
Are you okay Annie?
You've been hit by
You've been struck by
A smooth criminal.
Then the both of you run in opposite directions of the stage as smoke begins to engulf the platform.
You speak loudly into the microphone as the smoke eventually begins to clear up.
Okay, I want everybody to clear the area right now!
Once again, the audience scream as you and Michael meet at the center of the stage.
(Annie, are you OK?)
I don't know!
(will you tell us, that you're OK)
I don't know!
(there's a sign in the window)
I don't know!
(that he struck you a crescendo Annie)
I don't know!
(he came into your apartment)
I don't know!
(left bloodstains on the carpet)
I don't know why baby!
(then you ran into the bedroom)
I don't know!
(you were struck down)
(it was your doom, Annie!)
(Annie, are you OK?)
Dang gone it, baby!
(will you tell us, that you're OK)
Dang gone it, baby!
(there's a sign in the window)
Dang gone it, baby!
(that he struck you a crescendo Annie)
Hoo! hoo!
(he came into your apartment)
Dang gone it!
(left bloodstains on the carpet)
Hoo! hoo! hoo!
(then you ran into the bedroom)
Dang gone it!
(you were struck down)
(it was your doom, Annie!)
By the end of the song, the whole arena is literally going crazy and you are focusing on Michael's warm eyes.
From the way he's looking into yours, you can tell that he wants to do something.
Just before the lights dim, his hands rest gently on your waist, pulling you into him and kissing you softly.
Wait, what?
Your black fedora hat falls off but you don't pay any attention to it as you hear the audience lose their minds.
Once he pulls away and is sure that his microphone is off, he smiles widely and whispers in your ear.
"I've wanted to do that for quite some time Lorelai,"
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So that may have sucked.
Also, the lyrics for Smooth Criminal (as I am fully aware) may be wrong but I'd just copied and pasted them from a lyric website soooooo...apologies to those who may not be able to handle the errors.
Furthermore, this one was for MichaelJacksonPotato.............I hope you liked it because I did my best!
Do feel free to leave me a comment or a message letting me know your thoughts yeah?🌈
Keep dreaming and keep being you!🦄
Peace!
Love, Flower🌸
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