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Unpromising Pairing Part 1

Hey this is Norah, the girl who writes and will still be writing Our "Thing", with a new story. It'll be different to what I usually write and I hope it works.

(1980 Star Studios)

My name is Diana Ross and just turned 70 something and still convince myself I'm 20 and it's the 60s and I aint never gonna act my age thanks for asking. Okay that is so not me. I'm really Bea (bay-a) Lewis and I make Diana Ross jokes for kicks. I'm 20 years old and haven't been to college in my life. I am a head writer of a successful comedy show called The Purples.  The company I work for is owned by my nice uncle Richard. Thanks to him, I've been doing this since 16. Before you start thinking this is favoritism, nepotism and another 'ism' not used in everyday conversation, I happen to be pretty good at what I do. One Monday, I was helping with the props of The Purples. The Purples is about a college football team and we're just finding the humor side of college life. Anyway, I was just telling you I was helping with props. Then from nowhere screams were heard. Had to be a lameass newbie squeling over the star Adam Zucker. I felt my eyes being covered by long skinny cold fingers.

Me: Is that you, Doug?
Eye covering person: How did you know?
Me: Nobody else would do something that feminine with hands like yours.

Reluctantly, he removed his hands from my eyes. He's a sweet guy. He's 42, single, no kids and is on probation but yeah a sweet guy he is.

Doug: Did you see who's playing Ross' black twin?
Me: You mean Mark Baker and no.
Doug: It's everybody's favorite hot lead singer.

My eyes widened. He could not be for real.

Me:(jumping up and down and squelling) JOHN LENNON DIDN'T DIE! JOHN LENNON DIDNT DIE!!
Doug: Bea, people are staring and its not John Lennon. He's still dead and face it, he'll never be black.
Me:(stops) I knew this race thing would be problematic.

Doug then pulled someone from behind and it was-

Me: What?! Mark is meant to be funny. Michael Jackson is anything but.
Doug: He's really good.
Michael: Yes he is.
Me: Not so modest, I see.
Michael: And not so trusting. I just returned from tour so the last thing I need is some middle aged woman taking out her midlife troubles on me.

At that, he went away with Doug. I have never been more insulted in my life! Who is he to point out I wear baggy clothes, my messy bun and trainers? He's just shy cause he can't act. Well lucky for him, I'll be there to laugh at his stuttering ass. He was being very friendly towards everyone and I'll admit I was kinda jealous. Kinda. I wasn't going to become a serial killer to get over it or something. I watched intently as the acting went  underway and he was actually very good. We don't use those laughing machines because The Purples is funny enough. And Michael Jackson was funny enough. Afterwards, I went to his dressing room to say sorry. I mean, I started it, didn't I. Who was I trying to fool? John Lennon is dead. I got in and he was sitting there making out with this attractive girl I automatically didn't like. Don't ask because either way, I'm not telling. I tilted my head examining the kiss when Michael saw me and pushed 'Attractive Girl I Hate' away. He buttoned up the first few buttons of his shirt. Kids these days.

Michael: Toni ummm this is the writer of the show Kayla Lewis-
Me: It's Bea.
Michael: Whatever. Bea, this is Toni.
Me: Your girlfriend.
Michael: Marlon's. Anyway, what is it, Mrs. Lewis.
Me: I'm 20 and am Miss. Lewis. I came to say sorry about what I said, I need time to get over John Lennon dying.
Michael:(smirks) You're funny and forgiven. On one condition.
Me: Should I call 911?

Random fact alert! Random fact alert!  Toni has been awfully quiet. I guess that's a point for team Lewis.

Michael: How about I take you out somewhere.
Toni: We had plans.
Michael: Not now, Toni. I'm not even your boyfriend so we simply can't have plans.
Me:(a little too eagerly) Yes.

I exited the room feeling paniced. My heart raced, my palms were sweating and my head pounded. What the hell had I done? Why did I say yes to going on my first date with a clearly more expirienced guy who made out with hot girls and was a celebrity like Michael Jackson?

TBC...

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