Michael's Point Of View ~

Rehearsal for this song has been completed. Now, we are ready to film. 

I'm standing on the stage but no audience . . no yet. I see my team around me get ready before it's time to turn the cameras on. I'm by the microphone stand, ensuring it's ready and at my height as I will walk to it, standing by it in the dark before the spotlight shines down on me. So I must check that it is in fact, in position. I am dressed very simply for this short film. I wanted that. But I also wanted to look quite grunge like. 

To match the song itself. 

This white button down shirt is perfect. It just moves with me, I feel. But it's the pants that give it the look that I'm after. They are black buckle pants with a red line up along the left leg. I turn around as I hear someone . . the click-clack of heels seems to echo. The sound getting close and closer. I smile, I can't help it. Already knowing who the sound belongs to. 

"Allie. How is my girl? . . " 

I ask with a smile. Every time I see her, she brings it out of me. I think back to the other day. The newspaper . . just the look on her face. She was so upset, angry but most of all she was so embarrassed. And she has every right to feel that way. She isn't used to it like I am. After that, I am left even more concerned about Allie being in yet another one of my short films. It isn't because I don't love her . . that's not why. It's because I want to protect her. 

From the media. 

They have already come after her more since the 'The Way You Make Me Feel' short film came out. The media . . ugh. They are monsters. Always saying things that aren't their business, things that are just plain not true. Allie tells me that she is fine . . still. But I'm not so sure. Allie asked me if she could be in this short film. She's my girl. Of course I want her to be in it with me but I can't help but to be concerned. Anxious even. I just don't want her to feel like she has no choice, no voice. I want her to know that she sure does. I want her to know that if she changes her mind about her decision . . I will respect that. Most definitely. But not until she says. 

"I'm good. Nervous as usual . . " 

Allie tells me, a nervous chuckle. Her eyes do the same thing as on the last set - looking at everything. She is so cute. I think it's funny. I put my hands around her waist, pulling her closer to hug her. Her arms around my neck, her head turned to the side for me to kiss her cheek. 

"You got this . . " I tell her. 

I look down. My eyes at her heels. Moving up slowly to her full ensemble. She knows. But I just want to make sure she doesn't feel uncomfortable with what wardrobe come up with after my words of thought about it. But again, she says she is comfortable and that I shouldn't worry. She is happy and very excited to play the role of the main girl, once again. She told me so. 

" . . you're sure? . . " I ask her softly. 

"Yes Michael. I love you. Let me be your groupie . . " She states, giggling. 

I must say, Allie looks gorgeous. She is wearing a simple flow black top. The tightest, shortest skirt. No stockings and teetering in those high heels. In my mind, Dirty Diana is to be the baddest, sexiest, most elegant and drop-dead gorgeous women ever seen on the screen. And well, that is Allie. 

My Allie. 

The song isn't about her thought, no. It's just about my life in the spotlight. To journey back all the way to the days when I was touring, travelling and performing all around the world with my brothers. Women always crying over us, screaming over us as they wished so badly, so desperately to date us . . to be with us as they would try to sneak back stage to get to us. The song is about groupies. I hate to say the word 'groupie' but that's what it is. That is what the song is about. Some would disagree, as Allie was a fan before we began dating each other. I know that. But I don't see it that way. She loves me, telling me on that infamous night on stage. And well, I feel in love with her myself. This stage still stands with only Allie and I. Everyone else is occupied. She is looking around once again. Complete innocence is what I see as she does so. I take this chance, steeping closer to her. My arms returning securely around her waist. I kiss her passionately. I feel her arms around my neck again as the kiss gets more and more intense before it breaks. She whines cutely. It makes me giggle. 

"Mike, you ready? . . " 

Joe, the director suddenly says through his own microphone. I give him a nod and a thumbs up. He nods back before he walks away. Showtime. That means the cameras will turn on, recording will begin. The audience will be brought in. I look at her. I give her a kiss on the check. My hand in hers as our arms are suddenly outstretched. Allie and I brush past each other quickly before our arms return in that same outstretched position. My arm then goes over her head as she meets me on the other side of me. It's just a little dance. She's smiling and giggling all through. It's just the dancer within me. I kiss her check again before my mouth is at her ear. 

"Remember you got this, baby . . " I whisper to her. 

She nods. "I should go down to the car . . get in position . . " She says. 

I watch her walk away from me. Hmm those legs. I have a very small television that allows me to see her. However, it's been carefully placed on the front of the stage, carefully hidden from others. It's just for me. So I have an idea of where Allie is exactly in her movements. I get to watch every sexy move she makes. As the audience is being let in, I go backstage so they can't see me yet. 

"Playback . . and action! . . " Joe yells from his directors chair. 

The playback of the song is now heard. The sound of the crowd chatting and cheering already. It's dark as I walk through, to the front of the stage where the microphone sits. It's shine guiding me. I watch as Allie get's out of the car before she closes the door. The spotlight hits me. I hear the crowd scream that little bit louder as their eyes see me. I stare at them as I instantly feel the music. I watch as Allie turns . . walking towards the small film crew that is with her. 

"You never make me stay. So take your off of me . . " 

"I know you're every move, so won't you just let me be . . " 

"Ive been here times before, but I was too blind to see . . " 

"That you seduce every man. This time you won't seduce me . . " 

Oh. But Allie is the best at seducing me. Always getting her way, I think to myself. My eyes darting over to the small television. She is still walking, very slowly towards the filming camera as it captures her. Her figure is dark as it's her silhouette that I can see as there is again only a blue haze that it around her. It looks so good . . she looks so good. So sexy, my girl is. The chorus is coming up. I feel the music. God damn I am feeling it. I spin. Grabbing the microphone as it sits still secured in the stand.

"She trapped me in her heart . . " 

My eyes closed. The music going all through me. 

"Dirty Diana, no . . " 

"Dirty Diana, no . . " 

"Dirty Diana, no . . let me be! . . " 

I walk across the stage, to my left. My eyes dart back to the small hidden television. As I walk, so does Allie. God. She is a goddess. How much I love her. My hand lifts, the back of it brushes gently against my mouth. I sing the second verse. The feeling of the music through my being doesn't change. It stays. I sing. My body loose as it dances along with the words. The chorus coming back around, hitting me with the feeling that all I wish to do is move. Once more, I return to the left hand side of the stage. The colours from the set stage have come out - the pinks, the purples, the blues. The blow of the wind is intense. I love it. The blow of the white sheets sweep gently at my cheek. 

"Diana . . " 

"Diana . . " 

"Dirty Diana . . " 

"It's Diana . . ana . . ana . . come on . . " 

I spin, falling to my knees. The music, it turns somber. The bright colours have now gone. With now a murky green and yellow replace them. The third verse. But this one. It's a bit more sad. I stand up, slowly. One foot stands back onto the stage . . then the other. The spotlight still shines down on me. My white shirt blows, my curls as well. I dart my eyes back to the hidden television. I see Allie get into another car . . but it's my car. Our car. 

"I didn't call on the phone to say that I'm alright . . " 

"Diana walked up to me . . " 

My eyes still looking at her silhouette. I can't take my eyes off her. It's impossible. As the music plays, her movements seem to match perfectly as she slightly lifts her left leg. The blue light shining off her knees as she does so. Ugh, her body language. The way she is moving. It's slow and sensual . . it's so sexy. I just want to run off this stage, this set . . get to Allie. And make love to her all night long. To feel her skin again. To see her spread open and just for me. Hmm the image rushing through my mind. The song at its near end. The bright colours returning. I slide along the stage to Steve, my guitarist. My white button shirt . . ripped open. Exposing my chest and shoulders. My body completely releasing all my energy. I dance. My arms in the air. The music almost at a stop. The wind continuing to blow. 

I look out. 

A sea of lighters is seen across the audience. The applause is almost deafening. I see Joe at the corner of my eyes, calling me over with his hand off camera. I walk down the stairs, my security with me as I walk to my waiting car . . the camera's still following me as this part of the short film. I won't be able to do it. I'll look at her and want to have her then and there. I open the back door . . her eyes looking straight into mine. We hold it for a few seconds until I hear it. 

"And cut! . . " Joe yells out. 

My team able to talk among themselves are the cameras are now off. They clap. Congratulating each other on their efforts. I look over to see Charles, a member of my security. 

"Charles. Please take Allie and myself back to the hotel . . " I tell him softly. 

"Yes, Mr Jackson . . " Charles replies, hoping into the drivers seat. 

to be continued. 

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