December 8th, 1988- 8:00 a.m.

I was sitting in my chair waiting for my client Simon Randolph to arrive. To keep me busy, I was listening to the jazz station in my office and snacking on a banana. The door of my office swung open and banged into lamp. I almost screamed until I saw my mentor Cynthia running towards me, holding a portable radio, with Michael Jackson singing. I asked in an aggravated tone, " What the hell was that for?!"

" How come you didn't tell me that Katherine Jackson called you to schedule a appointment with the GREATEST DANCER AND SINGER IN THE WORLD...MICHAEL JOSEPH JACKSON?!" Cynthia yelled. Everybody outside was looking into my office.

" Cynthia can you PLEASE close the door?" I requested. She slammed the door and locked it.

" HOW COME YOU DIDN"T TELL ME?!" Cynthia was hyped.

" Wait...wait...wait. First of all, who told you this?" I asked in confusion.

" Fatima told me. She was listening on the phone call and I'm a die hard fan of Michael's," she moved closer to me but I moved away. At that time, I was threatened. She sensed the fear and then lowered her voice, " Girl, I'm your boss but also your close friend. You could tell me."

" Did you see how you were? Swinging my damn door open. Runnin' in here like a damn maniac. I was afraid that was going to happen." I answered.

" I was going to find out anyway."

" Yeah. You're right." I smiled at her and I turned my radio down.

" Girl," she sat on the sofa, " You are so damn lucky. I wish I was in your shoes. I wished Katherine called me to talk to Michael in person." She sighed. She tried to make me feel guilty. I could tell her eyes and her body language. She continued, " I would be all alone working on the remodeling in the building." She had the choice to push the schedule back but she wanted me to take her with me.

Michael Jackson was singing, " Baby Be Mine," on her radio. I loved that song because when I get true love, someone would feel like the same way he does. I love romance. I hummed with the tune and I chuckled. Cynthia was laying down on the sofa, making sad faces. I decided to ask, " Cynthia, would you like to go on the 6 hour trip to Encino, Los Angeles with me and put the remodeling job aside?" She jumped up screaming and I covered my ears.

" Hell yessssssssssssssss!" She yelled. She was darting towards me to hug me but ended up knocking the chair over, causing me to fall on my head. Luckily, the cotton rug made the fall painless. I laughed and she cried, " Thank you so much, Samantha." I wrapped my arms around her.

" You're welcome." I smiled and she let go of me and got off me.

" I'll call in a limo." She was excited.

" Really? Do you have enough money for that?" I then thought of how stupid the question was. I was laughing at myself while Cynthia started laughing.

" Yes, I do have enough money for it." She laughed.

" Okay, " I took a bite out of my banana, " So I said that was going to approximately get there at 10 so we can leave tomorrow at 12:00 a.m. and we sleep in a hotel. I'll pay for the hotel rooms."

" Okay, Cynthia." We were excited to leave San Francisco to Encino.

" May I stay at your house tonight?" Cynthia excitedly asked.

I smiled, " I don't see why not."

She hugged me again and then asked, " Before we go to your house, may we go dine in the city?"

" Sure, Cynthia." Cynthia was smiling and straightening out her jacket and pinned back her natural hair. Mikey Craig was now singing. My room phone was ringing and I answered it, " Hellooooo." I laughed and it was Fatima saying that Simon was here waiting outside. I warned her that I was gonna get her for telling Cynthia. She knew I was joking and laughed at me. We both laughed and I hung up the phone. Cynthia walked out the door smiling.

Simon flashed a huge smile at me, " Helloo."

" Hello, please have a seat." I motioned him to come inside. Simon pushed back his long hair and took of his leather jacket. Simon was my long-term client since I first started. He would tell me his problem and sometimes he drops by to just chat. He feels very lonely at times and I met up with other clients who wanted to chat about their stressful weeks. Me and Cynthia dined at a restaurant but I chose just vegetables because I am a vegan. It sure did hit the spot though. We headed back home and watched a movie, " Little Shop of Horrors," on DVD. It was a dreadful movie but we wanted something to put us asleep.

December 9th 1988- 10:00 p.m

Cynthia was up on the phone. It seemed like it was a friendly conversation. I didn't bother to ask because I wanted to go back to sleep. I dreamt about traveling to Encino at Midnight and the sky being clear and we were very happy to talk and stay up until 6:00 a.m. Then when we arrived, I met Michael wanting to get up. He was prepared and everything. Cynthia was starstrucked and kissed him. They fell in love within 2 days and they slept with each other. The funny thing was that Michael and I never got to talk at all! I was bored so I spent time with the Jacksons family and I let Katherine down. Katherine got Michael and said, " This is it! You are fired! My friend was stupid for recommending you." I was hurt and then I had negative thoughts about coming there.

I woke up at 7:00 p.m that day. Cynthia had both of our suitcases packed and she started doing her hair. I cracked up watching her get herself ready for Michael. I saw her put her in china bumps to have her natural hair stylish. I kept my kinky curly hair in a ponytail.

5 HOURS LATER

The limousine was here honking the horn. Cynthia ran out to catch it. I carried the suitcases. It took me 10 minutes to gather them. Goodness, Cynthia packed too much stuff for herself. Cynthia called," Samantha! Hurry Up! Our driver is waiting!"

" I'm comin', Cynthia!" I snatched my house key from my room door and locked the door from outside. I trotted towards the limo and quickly put on my shoes. On my way out, I tripped on my shoestring. Cynthia laughed at me. I pushed the luggage in the trunk.

I opened the door of the limo, " Sorry for the wait, Sir."

" Call me, Mr. Page." He giggled. I smiled and closed the door. Putting on the seat belt. The limousine driver now started to back out of the driveway and moved towards the stoplight, directing us to the Golden Bridge. I sipped on the apple cider downstairs. Cynthia laughed, " Why aren't you freaking out?Aren't you excited to meet Michael Jackson in person?"

" Hmmmm... a little bit. I'm not really that much into him but I watched his interviews before and he seems like a funny guy and a very nice person," I sipped my juice and finished, " His mother's phone call about him was in her concern and she was a gentle lady so I agreed to book up the schedule. She told me that he's unaware of this happening."

" Yeah. I am so excited. Thank you for this trip. This means a lot to me." I smiled at her and hugged her.

" Thank you for calling us a limousine and you'll have more than enough time to meet your 'future' husband." I chuckled and then I took another sip.

" Samantha, would you think he'll kick me out if I tried to kiss him?" Cynthia posed as if she was seriously plotting it.

"Well, he doesn't know he has a counselor and if he gets furious, you shouldn't!" I now started feel a little anxious on how his reaction might be. I imagined the scene as we crossed the Golden Bridge and the imagination wasn't pretty. When I thought about that ugly imagination of his reaction to know if he surprisingly has a counselor talking to him about his private life, I thought about canceling it. So then I said to my manager, " Cynthia, I don't know if I wanna do this anymore."

" Oh God, why? Oh, because you're nervous. You might be nervous when you see his face. We'll faint togethe..."

" No," I interrupted, " That's not the reason. It is because i'm afraid something might happen between him and his mother because of this. Michael has been deeply in depression lately, she claims and she chose me. You know how grown men act like savages when their mother cares about them like she cares for Michael. He might take the anger out on me."

" Hey! You told me to think positive. Follow your word."

" You're right." That was all I could say! The phone in the limo rang and I answered it, " Hello? Samantha Wakefield speaking."

" Hi, are you on your way with Cynthia?" Katherine asked.

" Katherine, how did you know we were in this limo?"

" Cynthia told me. While you were asleep, we were talking. So where are you now?"

" We just rode the Golden Bridge." I replied.

"Good, I told Michael to get ready for expected visitors at 9:50. So he'll be prepared."

" Good. Thank you for welcoming us to your family house."

" No thank you Samantha, for agreeing to help my son." Katherine softly said.

" You are welcome."

" You are welcome," she answered, " Um, I got to hang up. I don't want Michael to see me. He is suppose to be sleep but he is getting drinks and staying in the recording studio."

" Okay. goodnight. See you tomorrow." I hung up the phone