I’m new at this so let’s say I’m 24 and MJ is 25, this story takes place during MJ’s Bad era.
My name is Kaitlyn aka Cat I have Lost everyone in my family due to murder, the killer is still out there and I am the target. I don’t know who it is yet, but I have my suspicions. I live in a fancy hotel called the Lafayette in Los Angeles, CA, the hotel is owned par my close friend Kaying who let me stay there so I would be protected. I originally lived in North Dakota, but since no one I knew lived there, there was no point in staying. Kaying also gave me a job there, and that was to privately serve célébrités who live there, but no celebrity lives there yet, until today that is. “Cat!” calls Kaying “I sure hope you’re a Michael Jackson fan” she said, “OMG! Yes, the biggest fan!” “Ok, good, but please don’t scare him away” Kaying a dit seriously “I promise” I a dit seriously “Well what time is he getting here?” I asked Kaying quietly “6:00, but toi have to pick him up from the airport, ok” she whispered “Oh, par the way toi have to use the corvette” she says. “Sounds good” I say as professionally as I can. When the clock a dit 5:30 I decided to go and get MJ. “Kaying, I’m going” I yelled, “Ok, don’t mess this up” she warned. “I won’t, don’t worry about it”. As I drove through the long line I finally pulled up to the curb and then I saw him with his bodyguards, “Is this car going to the Lafayette hotel” he asked, “Yes it is, and I believe your Michael Jackson” I say “Correct”*he gets in the car* “so your name is…” “It is Kaitlyn but toi can call me Cat” I interrupted. “Cat, that’s a pretty name” he said, “Thank you” I replied. “So how long have toi lived here?” he asked, “Not real long, about two months” I said. “Oh, were did toi live before?” he asked. “North Dakota” I replied. “Oh, how come toi moved?” he asked, “Personal reasons” I replied. When we arrived at the hotel I had to take Michael to the back of the building so he wouldn’t get mobbed, I escorted him to his room. “Where do toi live?” Michael asked, “Here, as in the room suivant to you, so if toi need anything just let me know” I replied. “Oh cool” he said, “So um do toi want to well toi know hang out tomorrow or…” he asked nervously, “Sure” I replied cheerfully. “Does 1 ‘o’ clock work” he asked “Yep” I replied excitedly, “Ok, see tomorrow” he said. As I walked into my room I heard him yell “I ASKED A GIRL OUT!!! SWEET!!!!!!”, I couldn’t help but smile, I looked at the clock “ 10:00” I whispered to myself “I better go to bed”.
My name is Kaitlyn aka Cat I have Lost everyone in my family due to murder, the killer is still out there and I am the target. I don’t know who it is yet, but I have my suspicions. I live in a fancy hotel called the Lafayette in Los Angeles, CA, the hotel is owned par my close friend Kaying who let me stay there so I would be protected. I originally lived in North Dakota, but since no one I knew lived there, there was no point in staying. Kaying also gave me a job there, and that was to privately serve célébrités who live there, but no celebrity lives there yet, until today that is. “Cat!” calls Kaying “I sure hope you’re a Michael Jackson fan” she said, “OMG! Yes, the biggest fan!” “Ok, good, but please don’t scare him away” Kaying a dit seriously “I promise” I a dit seriously “Well what time is he getting here?” I asked Kaying quietly “6:00, but toi have to pick him up from the airport, ok” she whispered “Oh, par the way toi have to use the corvette” she says. “Sounds good” I say as professionally as I can. When the clock a dit 5:30 I decided to go and get MJ. “Kaying, I’m going” I yelled, “Ok, don’t mess this up” she warned. “I won’t, don’t worry about it”. As I drove through the long line I finally pulled up to the curb and then I saw him with his bodyguards, “Is this car going to the Lafayette hotel” he asked, “Yes it is, and I believe your Michael Jackson” I say “Correct”*he gets in the car* “so your name is…” “It is Kaitlyn but toi can call me Cat” I interrupted. “Cat, that’s a pretty name” he said, “Thank you” I replied. “So how long have toi lived here?” he asked, “Not real long, about two months” I said. “Oh, were did toi live before?” he asked. “North Dakota” I replied. “Oh, how come toi moved?” he asked, “Personal reasons” I replied. When we arrived at the hotel I had to take Michael to the back of the building so he wouldn’t get mobbed, I escorted him to his room. “Where do toi live?” Michael asked, “Here, as in the room suivant to you, so if toi need anything just let me know” I replied. “Oh cool” he said, “So um do toi want to well toi know hang out tomorrow or…” he asked nervously, “Sure” I replied cheerfully. “Does 1 ‘o’ clock work” he asked “Yep” I replied excitedly, “Ok, see tomorrow” he said. As I walked into my room I heard him yell “I ASKED A GIRL OUT!!! SWEET!!!!!!”, I couldn’t help but smile, I looked at the clock “ 10:00” I whispered to myself “I better go to bed”.
