Michael Jackson Imagines

The Return {1991}

{A/N} : if you haven't watched this video yet, you should do it now as it may help for this imagine :) oh and sorry for this long break, I didn't realize how long it lasted.

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MICHAEL'S POV

Today was another day of the making of Black or White, one of the songs from my new album ; Dangerous. I was extremely proud of this one, as I could finally express to all the people out there that, no matter the color of my skin, I was still the same exact person.

The short film for this song was also important to me. I wanted it to look perfect and mix every cultures from all around the world.

We started shooting five days ago, and we were now almost done with the shooting, which kind of relieved me.

It was the beginning of the afternoon, and I was pretty nervous. Not that the making of the video was making me anxious, no, I'd say that I'm pretty used to this kind of stuff now. But my wife, Y/N, was coming back from her parents' house. She stayed at their house for two weeks and I couldn't come with her for professional reasons, obviously. Whenever I wasn't with her, I missed her terribly and couldn't wait for her to come back to me and it actually made myself nervous. I couldn't help but wriggle around. It also made myself distracted during the shoot ; I nailed the toe of a backup dancer and missed my part during the choreography.

"You alright, Michael ?" Karen, my makeup artist asked me in between the shoot, readjusting my makeup. She had a smirk on her face and I knew she knew why I was that way. I blushed and closed my eyes for her to apply eyeshadow.

"I'm nervous." I whispered softly. Karen made an "aww" sound and I smiled nervously. I hated feeling all weird and anxious, as if I've never met my girl before.

"Don't be." my hairdresser said, running her hand through my curls to straighten them. "She'll be so proud of you."

"Mmh, for sure." Karen agreed, nodding her head widely. I blushed again, trying to cover it with a smile. I let them do their work, trying to keep myself cool and calm. "You look so much better than you did yesterday." Karen mumbled as she looked intensely at her work.

"At least I'll look good for Y/N." I said with a smile. Karen giggled and finished with the makeup.
The hairdresser and Karen moved back for the dancers and I to shoot.

Two hours passed, and I felt like my heart was beating even faster than before, if it's even possible. My brain was becoming crazy and I saw the people around looking at me with amused glares. I rolled my eyes and continued to walk around the set to get my thoughts elsewhere.

"Hey, Michael !" I turned around and saw John Landis, the director, coming towards me. He smiled at me and we talked for a bit about the short film. Then, the choreographer, Vincent joined us. We laughed together and continued to talk when the discussion actually moved to Y/N.

"So when will she be there ?" John asked. I knew how John liked to tease me about Y/N, and even sometimes, make me jealous. He obviously knew I was overprotective with Y/N and took advantage of this.

I gave him a warning glare. "Around 5pm." I answered shortly, my voice becoming cold, knowing what John was doing.

He smirked and nodded slowly. I could sense the amused look of Vincent next to me, probably feeling the tension between John and I. It wasn't the kind of tension where I just wanted to beat the shit out of John for using such attitude when talking about Y/N, it was more a playful tension even though I always was careful about that stuff.

"You're a very lucky guy, you know that, right Michael ?" he asked, his smirk still glued on his face. I nodded carefully, crossing my arms on my chest. "Y/N is a really fine woman..." he trailed off, looking down at his feet. I raised my eyebrow, waiting for him to continue whatever he wanted to say.