“Elvy, will ya move faster? Stop using your headphones, listening to such old song makes you distracted easily” One of my coworker said, I just sighed, headphones still on but the volume was low “Yeah, yeah.. and it’s not bad, Milles” I remarked as I finally stood up, taking care of other kids. “Nurse El, am I gonna be okay?” One of the kid asks, I gave her a sweet smile “Oh, you will be, do not worry! If Mike is still alive right now, he woudn’t let see kids suffer so much.” I said with a sigh as I gave the kid a head pat.

Oh, I forgot to say that I’m a really big Michael Jackson fan, yeah? It’s funny when people thinks I’m too addicted to it. I mean who woudn’t be? ‘Cause of Michael I trained my voice in a good way. Oh, how I wish I’ve known him sooner.

“Elvy.. Elvy!!” I finally snaped off of my day dreaming “Gosh, sorry, Ken!” I said, rubbing the tiredness off of my eyes as if it’ll help me better. Ken let out a sigh “Take a break, El. It’ll help” he said as if I needed a rehab or something..

TWO MONTHS LATER

I’m home alone, seriously thinking rest was the answer. I mean, after all I needed it after taking care of some kids and being too addicted to the one and only Mike. I haven’t listen to his songs’ for a week now.

I was scrolling through my phone, when the tilttle “Michael The Movie” glint in my screen. I almost screamed or cry, yeah? I never thought this day would come, to finally see it. So, I spent my 2 hours and a half minute watching it. Oh, how I hated Joseph. I would’ve either taken all his fortunes and job, he’s a terrible father to everyone in the family.

“You’re either a winner... or a loser” huh, a line coming from a so-called-winner but still a loser. You can’t say that when you’re the exact definition. This movie made me have many realizations. After watching it, crying made me sleep easily afterwards. It was a pretty chillax sleep I have ever had.

. . . . . .

“Miss Kylie Jellon, your food is ready..” A voice disturbed my sleep, have I forgotten to turn my laptop off? Why am I suddenly hearing things? As I shifted my position in my bed it was... oddly too comfortable. I stretched, yawning as I rubbed the sleep off of my eyes “Work dayyy again. But a lovely day to sing ‘The Girl Is Mine” by Michael and Paul McCartney” I mumbled.

I slowly opened my eyes, at first I thought I was dreaming.. how could be the ceiling look so expensive and... not the modern fashion way too. Then, I blinked again then again

“WAIT A DAMN MINUTE.” I said, a “Billie Jean” song teaser was playing outside the room.

“And where the hell am I!?” My voice caught one of the guys attention, finally entering my room.

“Madame? Are you okay?”

“MADAME? ME?” I panicked, I never remmember I watched with someone last night nor sleeping in such a fancy hotel or whatever room I was in. It was... odd and weird.

“Oum, are you really okay Miss Kylie? We’ll postpone your appointment with Michael Jackson and arrange it at another day?” He remarked, making me even more scared and confused.

“Sorry, sir but... Michael Jackson? An appointment?” I asked

“Oh, he hired you as an make-up artist, madame” ...