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Rachel Loves MJ....part 8

Wow...haven't posted a part to this story in months and I'm really sorry. :( But I promise to post more regularly now. Well, here goes nothing!

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Yes I got in!! I started jumping up and down and I was dancing on the spot. Mark grumpily sauntered down the stairs.

((Mark looks like this BTW))

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Sure, he's extremely good-looking, but he can be a real jerk sometimes. I mean, last week he went off at me because I spilled cereal on his carpet....it didn't even have milk in it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss.

Me: Guess what!?
Mark: You got it, huh?
Me: Yes!! I can't wait to meet Diana!!
Mark: Diana who?
Me: Mark! I've told you this hundreds of times before...Diana Ross? I'm applying to be her make-up assistant. Ooh i'm going to go apply today. (Starts running away)
Mark: But! (Grabs my arm tightly) I think you're rushing into this.
Me: You think so? But i've waited all my life for this.
Mark: I don't think you should.
Me: What the hell? It's not up to you. I'm going and that's final.

I tug my arm out of his grip and I huff. I run upstairs and get into my green singlet with floral skirt. I had changed a lot in the last year. I had lost a lot of weight and I had been wearing more make-up.

((I look like this BTW))

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As i'm walking out the front door, Mark mumbles "Stupid" and I poke my tongue at him. I start driving and get to the audition room. There were twenty other girls all lining up. I felt severly underdressed. They all had thick make-up on and boob tubes etc. on. I covered myself up in self conciousness and I sighed. Maybe Mark was right...

Diana: Okay, ladies. I would like you to tell me how you would do my make-up for the red gala event tomorrow night.
Woman 1: Red!
Woman 2: Red!
Woman 3: Ooh I know, red!
Me: I would say a beige red with a tint of shimmer to bring out your eyes.
Diana: Is that...are you....umm....Quincy Jones' daughter?
Me: Yes I am. You remember me?
Diana: Cherry coke girl. (Laughs) Yes, how's your father?
Me: He's great. 
Diana: Well,...... I choose the first woman.
Me: WHAT!?
Diana: The answer was fairly obvious. Red.
Me: This is stupid.

I grab my coat and walk outta there with my head held high. But I sit in my car and sob quietly. This wasn't fair. All of a sudden-

THUMP! I scream and jump.

Michael Jackson: Is that you, Rachel?
Me: (high pitched voice) Michael!?
Michael: May I come in?

To Be Continued....
**Hope you liked this part and thankyou for voting!
***Love Tash =)

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