NOTE BEFORE YOU READ:
APOLOGIES FOR ALL ERRORS.
This imagine is poorly written, and makes no sense - you have been warned.
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✽SET IN THE BAD ERA✽
|1987|
You walked into the recording studio and smiled. Greeted by the cool air that was being emitted by the air conditioner, you let out a sigh. Michael was inside the recording area, humming a soft tune into the microphone. Frank, his manager - and Quincy, his producer, were already present. You worked as a personal assistant to Michael, and you had been doing so for three months now.
Despite the fact that your career with Michael was in its early stages, you felt as though you had held that position for years now. You were good friends with most of his colleagues, and it wasn't hard for people to fall in love with you. You possessed a bright personality, and your mind was always alight with ideas.
With Michael, it was safe to say that you had a strong connection. There would be instances when he would be caught staring at you, and there were many occasions where he would become distracted when you were around. Frank had personally voiced, to you, the fact that he had perceived a special connection between you and Michael.
Time and time again, you had refused to acknowledge Frank's words. There were even times when Quincy noticed a bond between you and the man you worked for. Regardless of the fact that you openly denied it, you knew that - deep down, you felt something for Michael, and you did feel quite happy to tolerate the idea that something more might have existed between the two of you.
Letting out a sigh, you placed your bag on the empty table and gently ran your hands over your baby pink dress. Quincy was seated near the audio controls, and he was focusing on Michael. Frank was seated a little further away from him, munching on an apple. He broke into a wide smile when he saw you.
"(Y/N)," he raised his eyebrows happily. "Ooh, you look nice,"
A small laugh escaped your lips as you opened your bag and fished out your notebook, along with your pen. "Thanks, Frank," you smiled a little.
Quincy turned back for a moment, allowing him to bring his gaze to meet your form. "(Y/N)," he nodded. "Good morning," he said quickly before turning around again.
"Good morning," you said in response and moved to take a seat, next to Frank. Michael was completely focused on what he was doing, a deep frown present on his face. A moment passed before he looked up, and when he saw you - his face seemed to light up.
Waving at you, he flashed a childlike grin, making you giggle a little as you waved back.
"Look at the two of you," Frank bit into his apple and chewed loudly. "Lovebirds," he snickered a little.
You turned to look at him and shot him a death glare. He broke into a small smirk.
"Don't deny it," he whispered.
Opening your mouth, you were just about to respond when Michael walked out of the recording area. He had his hands shoved into the pockets of his pants, and his eyes looked a tad bit tired. It was easy to see that he had dedicated most of his time to the music that he was in the process of creating.
"Hey, (Y/N)," he waved again at you.
"Hey," you nodded in acknowledgement and smiled shyly.
Quincy spun around in his chair, looking at Michael before looking back at you. A devilish smile tugged at the corners of his lips, making you groan inwardly.
"Okay, let's get ready for today," Frank broke the brief moment of silence that followed Quincy's expression.
Thank you, Frank. Perhaps I do not want to slap your face off after all.
"Diana is coming in, later today," he continued. "She wants to record a song with Mike, so that is exactly what we're going to do," he looked at you. "(Y/N), you'll need to take down notes of everything she says. If she has an idea, you note it down,"
Your insides turned a little when you heard Frank's words. The woman, they had been referring to, was Diana Ross. Now, she had had a lot of history with Michael. It was no secret that he had loved her before, and you wondered if he still did. You had to admit that you were a little jealous.
She was pretty, had talent, and her the perfect body. Anyone could have mistaken her for a seductress.
"(Y/N)?" Frank's voice made you jump slightly. It was at this point that you realized the three men had been staring at you expectantly.
Great job, keep zoning out.
"Uh, right," you nodded quickly. "Got it,"
"Great, she'll be here in a few hours," Quincy piped in. "Perhaps we should get everything ready,"
Michael had his hands shoved into the pockets of his pants, and it was his turn to stare at you. His eyes were sparkling, and his face was slightly red - indicating that he felt very shy.
"Mike," Quincy snapped him out of his thoughts. Michael's eyes widened as he looked at his producer.
"Sorry," he swallowed. "I just got lost for a moment there,"
"I see," Quincy was obviously trying to suppress a smile. "Well," he placed his hands on his lap. "Would you like to work on a few songs whilst we wait for Diana?"
Michael paused for a moment before he nodded. "That sounds like a good idea,"
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Two hours later, Diana had arrived at the studio. She had had on a pair of jeans, and a white shirt. When she had joined Michael in the studio, you could tell that there was chemistry between the two of them. She had been caught staring at you a few times - and it had made you feel conscious.
Everyone was currently on their thirty minute break, and no one was in the studio except for you and Diana.
You had been scribbling in your notebook, and you could hear her humming tunes into the microphone. Keeping your head down, you ensured that you kept your eyes on what you were doing. Suddenly, you sensed her walk out of the recording area. She approached you, and as she got closer - you looked up at her.
There was a chair beside you, so she settled down. A pleasant smile was plastered on her face, and her big eyes were focusing on you.
She stared at you for a full minute before she took in a deep breath. "What are you going to do about it?" she inquired softly.
A deep frown formed on your face as you tried to process her words. "I'm sorry?"
"Come on, you know what I'm talking about," she let out a breath. "I saw the two of you looking at each other," she said. "And I could see that there was something special, between the two of you," she kept her eyes on you. "It's no secret that Michael is attracted to you, and you to him," she broke into a small smile. "I think you should tell him how you feel,"
You still felt awkward. You weren't sure if she was being genuine or not. Gently playing with your fingers, you shook your head. "I....don't think I'm going to do that," you laughed a little. "I don't even know, for sure, if he's attracted to me,"
"I know very well that he's attracted to you. "It's all too obvious. You should express how you feel before it's too late,"
Staying silent for a moment, you bit your lip. You weren't sure if Michael was over Diana, because she certainly was over him.
"Imagine, expressing your feelings to him will liberate you," she continued. "The two of you might be able to set each other free, through love,"
"We're not in love," you defended.
"Not yet," she stood up and walked to the door. "But give it a little time," she took one last glance at you before opening the door. Once she had left, you let out a tired sigh. The conversation, with her, had got you thinking about so many things. You were afraid to express your feelings to Michael, for fear that he would reject you.
But the more you brought yourself to think about it, the more you began to feel a little more confident. You really liked Michael, and you wanted him to know that he was a very special person to you. Irreplacable.
As you sat there, you began to think.
Perhaps it wouldn't harm me to try.
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This one sucked and now I want to kill myself. I must apologize if these imagines are getting boring. I'm just in a bad place right now, so my mind isn't all that focused.
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