Kate’s pov:
The smell of all different kinds of perfume mixed with sweat, the sound of really loud dance music and the sight of a really filled crowd.
I was at Studio 54, and this was not my thing.

I looked around, my friends was still in sight right next to me. They all had dressed up so nicely, all I did was put on a white dress and a pair of matching shoes.
No one would care anyway, so why bother?

We decided to go further into the crowd. We pushed our way through so we would get to the bar where they served drinks. I didn’t drink, so I was just going to take a diet coke with ice.I simply ordered what I wanted, the guy looked at me in a way that made me feel uncomfortable. He was probably in his thirties; he had brown hair in a small ponytail and black clothes. I tried to avoid eye contact.

I turned to where my friends had been to tell them we should get a table further away from the dancing crowd, but they were all gone.  I looked around. They really were gone.

I sat down at a table and watched how people were laughing, crying, fighting, drinking, talking and dancing. There was a lot of drama going on out there. 
And actually I think I saw Prince, the artist!

 -”Hello there beautiful, can I buy you a drink?” I suddenly heard a voice.

A tall, masculine, blonde guy was standing next to me. He was pretty attractive I guess.
I shook my head and smiled to him.

-“No thank you, I’m good.”

He scraped his bottom lip with his teeth and nodded.

-“Well, do you want to dance?” He asked.

No, I didn’t want to dance. But I didn’t want to say no twice to the same guy. He seemed polite and I didn’t want to just blow him off.  I gazed at him.

-“Okay, I guess” I said and stood up from my chair.

I walked with him up to the dance floor where he started to dance.
I started moving with him. He held my hands, but other then that we had no body contact. 
Until he started to move closer to me, he laid his hand on my waist.

To me, this was just weird. I had only shared a few sentences with this guy, and he was already making moves on me. Maybe I should just leave? I had no idea what I was even doing here. This was studio 54. Pimps, drunks and superstars belonged here, not 24-year-old women who was against drinking and was to shy to get loose.

His hand moved further down, I was not staying with this guy any longer.

I didn’t even know his name. I laid my hands on top of his wrists and slowly took his arms away from me and looked into his eyes.

-“What’s wrong?” He asked.

I needed to tell him that I didn’t want him all over me before I knew his name.
But the words didn’t want to come out of my mouth.

-“I just need to use the restroom, I’ll be right back” I said.

Really smart Kate, You don’t even know where the restroom is.

 -“Okay, I’ll be waiting right by the table I found you sitting.” He said and winked.

I nodded and then I walked away from him, I looked around. I needed to find a door that would lead me to a toilet, because he was still watching me.

I WAS going to tell him I wasn’t interested at all. But right now, I just couldn’t.

I saw a door with the sign “WC” and of course, I walked in there.

 I met a cold hallway as I got in. There were two doors, ”Men” and “Women”.

The hallway had blue walls and white floors. I sat myself down at the floor to relax my legs after dancing. I picked up my phone as I sat down and read a text I had gotten from someone I didn’t know. The person asked me why I hadn’t picked him up. It must have been some kind of mistake. For a while, I just sat there and texted him back.

Michael’s POV:
I gazed at the man in the mirror, me. Water streamed down from my face as I just washed it with cold water. It was so HOT out there. I couldn’t stand the heat.

And Prince was of course dancing out there with his tongue down somebody’s throat.

He was nasty, I mean, He didn’t even know those women!

I dried my face off with the arm of my white shirt, and then putted my jacket and my sunglasses back on. I wanted to go home as soon as possible. 

But I knew Prince would refuse it. He would get pissed off, and the last time I took him home before he thought he was done here, 

he started flirting with me and thought I was one of those women.

I knew I had to go out there again, even though I didn’t like it at all.

So I just took a deep breath and opened the door to the hallway outside of the restroom.

I stood up against the wall next to the door and just thought about how I could get Prince home without making him mad. But then, my eyes cached something in view.

Well, Someone.

I gasped inaudible for air as I saw her. She was, stunning. Beautiful. She just sat there with her phone in her hands and texted. She wore a white dress and her dark long hair bulged down her shoulders and a part of her chest. She was gorgeous.

I really felt a pressure; I needed to catch her attention. What was she doing here anyway? Why wasn’t she out there enjoying herself? Maybe she didn’t like these places, but just got dragged down here by some friend? What was I going to do?

I still hadn’t cached her attention by my staring.  Of course, I wore sunglasses. But still, I was Michael Jackson. Not to brag or something, But a lot of people know who I am and recognizes me.  But it seemed she didn’t. Maybe she just didn’t see me.

-“So, uhm. Are you another victim of getting dragged here or are you here to enjoy that drunk sweaty crowd?”

Why did I say that?  What happened to “Hello” anyway?

-“Well not really dragged, but I’m not really into these places to be honest, How about you?” She said and looked up at me, then back at her phone, then me again. She gasped.

She had the cutest voice in the history of forever. It just spread happiness around in my blood. I really felt how things changed inside of me. I felt how I got nervous and my palms began to sweat. What if I would embarrass myself in front of her?

-“Oh my god, You’re Michael Jackson!” She said as her eyes widened.

She said my name.

-“That’s my name. What’s yours?”

WHY was I being such a dork? ! I felt myself blush and couldn’t help but smile a little.

I felt silly. I felt I wanted to impress her. She smiled to me and stood up.

She was at my high height, without her heels she would be a few inches shorter.

-“I’m Kate Summers, I’m a huge fan of yours!” She said and held out her hand to me.

I really admired that she wasn’t being shy, unlike me. I shook her hand and smiled to her. She smiled back. She had such perfect teeth, such a perfect smile.

Oh my god, what was happening to me?

Kate’s POV:
HIS HANDS WAS SO SOFT! I wanted to eat them up, really!

I prayed that he couldn’t tell I was about to faint. It. Was. Michael. Jackson!
For real! And he was talking to me. Well, I was going to try my best to be myself.

-“So tell me Michael, why are you here?”

-“Well, My friend Prince Nelson wants me to be his sober driver, he wants someone he can trust with him to make sure he’ll get home”

-“Wow, That’s not really fair.”

-“I know. But I’m okay with it I guess. Now tell me your story” He said.

-“Well, My friends got in here and they wanted me to come to. And I don’t want to come off as boring, so I told them yes. And the first thing they did when we got here, was to leave me alone and get on the floor. “

Michael started to chuckle. It sounded so cute! His whole body language was adorable! And the way he looked, and spoke, and just… HIM!

-“So I guess we were both stuck with morons” He said and I giggled with him.

-“Yeah, and actually, It seems like we’re kind of in the same situation”

He nodded and response and smiled to me, I couldn’t help but smile big back.

Who would have thought I would meet Michael Jackson outside of the restrooms of studio 54? Not me…

-“So what are we going to do about this Kate?”

-“I have no idea Michael, I guess you and I could stay and just hang out here?”

-“Outside of the restrooms?” He said and giggled. I started to giggle to.

-“No silly! At Studio 54, since you have to wait for Prince.”

-“Oh, great idea! You can be my date! Date with Kate” He said and smiled.

Da…a..a.a…t….e…e??  Michael Jackson asked me on a date with him? Even though it was a silly joke thing… A DATE?

-“I would love to!”

-“Can I tempt my date with a diet coke, for free?”

-“You had me at tempt.” I said and started to laugh again.

When we got out, the guy I had been dancing with earlier had left. Thank god.

That night, we both played silly to each other. We drank different kinds of soda instead of alcohol, we danced crazy dances and we made dry jokes about nothing that still made us laugh our lungs out. By the end of the night we sat outside of the building under a blanket we borrowed from the bar. I had his jacket on me, since he could tell I froze.

-“Michael, you HAVE to sing for me, pleeeeaaase” I begged.

-“No! Please don’t make me” He begged back and poke a finger between my ribs that made me squeal.

-“You’ve tickled me all night! Now please sing! Just one!  Sing Human nature”  

-“Only if you sing with me on the chorus” He said and smiled.

-“I can’t sing!” I giggled. I had the WORST singing voice ever!

-“I’m sure you can!”

And then he started to sing. It was so amazing! I shuddered by the tone of his voice. It was just so beautiful! And when he came to the chorus, I knew I had to sing along too. So I did, but I really sucked! It was SO embarrassing.
Even though I sang as false as I did, Michael seemed to like it.

-“You told me you couldn’t sing! You have great voice.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. Was he serious? I couldn’t hold a single note!

-“You’re nuts. By the way, what time is it?”

It showed off it was half past 2 AM, and I knew I had to go home.

The last thing we did, was changing numbers. Well, I gave him mine. He didn’t give me his. But I kind of trusted him. Since he was really humble.

He told me he would text me or call me tomorrow. I couldn’t believe this.

This had been like a wonderful dream. But I just couldn’t wake up from it.

And I was so glad I didn’t.

 Later that night, when I was going to sleep something strange happened. Chris never entered my mind, at all. All I did was lie down and close my eyes.

I fell a sleep after just a few minutes. And I didn’t wake up until the next day.

No nightmares at all. I felt so lucky I actually had met Michael for real.

And this had been probably the best night since, I don’t know how long.