Dirty Diana

One

My name is Diana, Diana Thrull. Ever since I was a young blonde haired blue eyed girl, I had done tap and ballet. Dancing was my talent, my art, and my love. It was amazing. I remember waking up in 1975 each morning, and turning on the Jackson 5 cassette. My mother thought it was gunna bust because I played it so much. I loved them, especially little Michael. As I grew older and saw Michael Jackson's solo career, I had loved his dance. It seemed to get better and better each time I saw him. I had never went to one of his concerts until that one day..

My sister Megan, had gotten me tickets for my 25st birthday in 1988. Around the time when Thriller was really big and the bad album had just came out I was SO excited! I had planned my outfit each day, just when I had it right I would go back and pick something else out. I finally figured out on a black skirt, a black shirt, and a leather jacket. Simply an amazing outfit, or I thought so at least. I was so nervous driving over there with my sister, I couldn't sit still. When we arrived, there was such a long line of fans, people screaming so anxious to get inside much like I was. When we finally got inside, I smiled. Michael was going to premiere in the next few moments. I held my sisters hand for the longest time, she knew how much of a fan I was. When he had finally arrived on stage, I could have sworn I was dreaming. He was so real, so alive, so close. Then all of a sudden his lips started moving, and his hips began swinging..

" Said You Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' You Got To Be Startin' Somethin" I practically screamed all the words. I knew them all. Then the list went on.. Towards Thriller he had invited some fan girls to go up on stage, I wanted to so badly but I just didn't get the chance. I drove home, talking to Megan about how thankful I was she took me there, and everything. Then she told me something else I had not expected..

"How much do you love me Sis?"

"A hell of a lot! Why?"

"What would you do if I told you I was got you another pair of tickets for the the day after tommorow?"

"Be shocked." I told her as I looked at her with big eyes.

"Pay attention to the road,-" My eyes shifted back towards the road, she was right. Didn't want to crash. "And, I did." My sister showed me the tickets.

"Wow. I owe you my life."

"Well… there's more." She had told me.

I was anxious to hear what the 'more' was. "Oh?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Yup, backstage passes."

"Your kidding." My face turned pale.

"Nope." She shook her head.

"Oh my God." I couldn't believe it. I was going to meet my idol, Michael Joseph Jackson in two days.

Depending on the reviews, will tell me wether I should post Chapter two or not.

-MemoriesofKumori