"Sandy, I need her number," I said desperately. I was pleading on the phone. My team and I were still having a hard time trying to get in touch with Ashley. I now even had Dunk on my side trying to pull some strings with her name. It was even difficult for her and she had already partied with her.

"Michael, we're trying. Why are you so hung up on this girl anyway," Sandy asked. "Just get the number," I said back hastily and hung up. Despite Sandy being my new manager, he didn't need to know everything and that included my crushes. Bill already spilled the beans about Diana and now, Sandy would always tease me about it whenever he saw me.

I walked out of my bedroom, hearing laughter and a video game being played. Macaulay Culkin and his brother, Kieran, were over to keep me company. Mac and I had grown extremely close. We took trips to Bermuda and him and his siblings always came over to Neverland. I loved it, because I get to be the child in me around them with no judgment. They don't see me as Michael Jackson the entertainer, but rather Michael, the real me the public didn't even want to know. They just wanted to bash everything I did, even something as innocent as befriending kids like Mac or Emmanuel Lewis. It irritated me. People always tried twisting things.

"Michael, I'm kicking Kieran's ass in Super Mario World," Mac exclaimed. "Shut up, Mac! I'll get you next round!" Kieran said back. I laughed at the brotherly bicker. Reminded me and my brothers when we were little.

"No, Michael's playing against me next, so I can be crowned the King of Super Mario World," Mac said slickly, sticking his tongue out at me. "Oh, you're on. You're about to get your butt whooped and you'll be calling me the King of Super Mario World along with the King of Pop, Rock, and Soul," I said back teasingly. We all laughed when the phone in my bedroom rang.

"Give me five minutes," I told Mac while his brother Kieran wandered off to the kitchen to bring out some snacks. I strolled into my room and picked up the phone, "Hello?" I pondered calmly.

"Mike! I got some great news for you!" Dunk said anxiously on the other line. "What is it," I asked amused. "I found out some info about Ashley!"

"Spill," I responded back fast and demandingly. "June 5th, she'll be in Paris modeling for Chanel's runway show designed by Karl Lagerfeld!" "Dunk, Paris? What is that supposed to do for me?" I told her slightly disappointed. I thought she had finally gotten Ashley's personal number or at least her manager's number. "Fly to Paris, you idiot!" Janet exclaimed.

Paris? Should I really fly to Paris? I mean, I love Paris. It's one of my favorite cities, I mean how could it not be. It's the city of love. What better love story am I right? "I'll see what I can do, bye Dunk. Love you."

"You didn't even thank m--" I hung up. Was I really about to have Bill book my jet for Paris tomorrow morning to see a girl who I was crushing on. Man, the things admiration will make you do.

"Hello, I heard Bill's voice say. "Hey, it's me, Joker." "What's up, Joker!" Bill said happy to hear my voice even though he had seen me three days ago. "Uh," I cleared my throat, "nothing much. Hey do you remember after the Soul Train Awards and you asked me what girl had me smiling like that and I told you, I'd tell you when she's famous?" I asked, biting my lip.

"Yeah...why? What's going on?" "Well, she's famous and she's going to be walking in a fashion show in Paris in two days. I need you to gather up security, book my room, and get everything for the plane set," I answered back. "Oh boy, Joker. Are you sure?" Bill asked cautiously.

"No, but I'm going for it," I answered back. "I'll take care of it." "Thanks, Bill, I appreciate it." I hung up and headed out the room to tell Mac and Kieran that we could go out for dinner, since I needed to be back to pack for my trip to Paris. I hope this is worth it. I've never done this much for a girl before. Who knows if she'll even like me?

Ashley's POV

Paris, France

June 4, 1990

I strutted down the runway with my hands on my hips, smizing while upbeat instrumental music played in the background. We were running through our last practice for tonight before the big show tomorrow. I had the honors of being the last look of Karl Lagerfeld's designs. Him and I had grown extremely close over the past few months. He called himself my "father in fashion."

As the crew gave a small speech at the end of the practice run through, me and some of the girls headed out to dinner. Myself, Beverly Peele, Kate Moss, and Kristen McMenamy all ate at the small, yet chic Paris diner. I ordered ratatouille along with a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon.

"Hey, at the end of the runway, next to Karl, did you guys see the seat that had a 'reserved' sign?" Beverly asked. "Ya, I saw it. Who's sitting there?" I questioned looking at all the girls. "I have no idea, it doesn't have a name like the other seats," Kristen mentioned.

"I guess we'll see tomorrow," Beverly said. I guess we would see tomorrow. I'm sure it's just one of Karl's friends though. If it was something famous, it'd have their name on the card.

I headed back to the hotel and I took a shower and washed my hair to its natural state of 3a curls. I then decided to do my long version of my skincare routine, since I'd have so much makeup caked on by this same time tomorrow.

I drifted off to sleep watching a french soap opera, ready for my busy and hectic day.

Backstage was so hectic that just looking around made me stress out. We ran through the show about two times today to make sure everything was set and everyone's pieces were correct. Luckily, I had only three outfit changes. The pieces were absolutely beautiful. I loved this collection, Karl had outdone himself.

As I was backstage, getting my hair and makeup done, Kate Moss came up to me and said, "Girl! I found out who that reserved spot is for tonight and I'm telling you, you better bring your best game tonight! I mean it, Ash!" "Who is it?" I asked curiously. Kate smirked and said, "You'll see. Just kick ass tonight."

I smiled and shook my head as she walked away backwards, smirking at me. I asked other models that were in the show and even Karl, but no one would tell me! I was honestly starting to get very nervous. I already get nervous before I walk, but this was making my nerves even worse.

I took a deep breath, and closed my eyes as the makeup artist went to work on my eyes. I mean it couldn't be someone I didn't know right? It wasn't like it'd be Michael Jackson?

Bill and Wayne along with other members of my entourage, escorted me into the fashion show. I was stunned at how beautifully everything was set up. The pure white steps that made the runway and the beautiful architecture throughout the building. Also, the huge chandeliers above that highlighted the runway. I had never been to a fashion show before, let alone a Paris fashion show.

"Michael!" I heard my name being called as I admired the architecture as paparazzi blinded me with cameras. I was thankful to have worn my Ray Ban sunglasses. I turned to the direction my name was called and I saw Karl Lagerfeld approaching me. I smiled as he walked towards me.

"You made it! She's gonna flip when she sees you!" he exclaimed happily and he directed me to my seat. I was shocked when I saw my seat. I said I wanted front row, but I didn't mean right in front of the end of the runway!!!!

"Karl," I started, "are you sure i should sit here?" "Oh, nonsense! Of course! It's the best seat in the house!"

As I sat down and conversed with Karl and surrounding celebrities, the lights went dim and a video montage began to play. As the montage ended, the runway lit up and music began. Models appeared at the beginning and transcended down the stairs to show off their outfits. I loved this. I had never experienced this before but I was intrigued.

I was waiting for Ashley to appear, but she hadn't made her debut yet. I couldn't wait to see her. As I turned towards Karl to ask for Ashley, the music changed to an even more upbeat song and there she appeared. The most beautiful woman that was in the building tonight. I took my sunglasses off as she strutted down the runway. I scanned her body from toe to head, admiring her pink attire. As soon as I looked up towards her eyes, we locked eye contact, but she didn't hold it for long.

I successfully made my way down the stairs in my first look. I had on a pink and white checkered tweed mini skirt matched with a bralette and blazer that was open. A matching hat also accompanied the outfit, but I cocked it to the side, to add more attitude. My hair was curled in my big curls and my makeup was very natural, but very heavy. As I strutted towards the end of the runway to showcase my turn, I looked towards Karl and I be damned. MICHAEL FUCKING JACKSON IS SITTING NEXT TO HIM???? I wanted to panic so bad, especially when I saw him remove his dark, black sunglasses to scan my look.

I kept my composure and then when I neared the end, we locked eye contact. It felt like the wind had been knocked out of my body. I looked away, turned sassily, and walked back to change. When I got backstage, Kate was about to walk when I yelled to her, "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DIDN'T TELL ME HE WAS HERE!!" She laughed at my shock and said back, "Surprise!!!!!" Why did no one tell me?? It would've been a different story if I hadn't kept my composure and passed out on the runway now would it?

As I changed into my third and final outfit, the show stopper, as they call it. It was a beautiful Chanel gown that was white with gold embellishments and gold flowers. It was off the shoulder and cut short in the front and long in the back. It was gorgeous. I was honored when Karl told me he wanted me to wear it as the last look.

As I became so intrigued by the show and watching Ashley's two previous looks, I turned to look at Karl when I noticed he wasn't even there. It was some photographer. Where did he go? The music slowed down and it changed to a beautiful french instrumental. The lights dimmed low and the crowd began whispering.

What was happening? I watched the stage, when all the lights flickered on and there she reappeared in this beautiful white and gold gown. Ashley truly looked like a goddess. I wasn't focused on anything but her at that moment. She took my breath away and I'm sure I wasn't the only one because as I looked around, everyone looked at her as if she was a queen, stunned by her beauty and the beauty of a gown.

I was so happy Janet told me to fly to Paris. I would be so mad if I had missed out on this opportunity. Ashley completed her walk and returned backstage. I missed her already.

Karl appeared with a microphone. So that's where he went. The applause was deafening. He took a bow and motioned his hand out as the models walked out clapping in their last looks. I didn't see Ashley, but then I saw Karl run up, grab her hand, and walk her down the runway one last time and told her, "Take a bow, honey, you deserve it!" I smiled up brightly at her as she bowed and when she looked down, we locked eyes. She didn't look away this time. Instead, she smiled her beautiful smile at me. I bit my lip and watched her as she glanced at me once more before walking off.

Before the show started, Karl told me to wait in my seat after the show, so that's what I did.

"Karl, I am going to kill you!" I said in his ear as we walked backstage. He smiled innocently and said, "Why, honey?" Oh, he knew why. He knew exactly why. "For Michael! I almost passed out when I saw him! Are you kidding me???" He smirked and said he'd be right back. I knew he was up to no good.

"Michael!" Karl said as he waved me over. He handed me a card that had an address on it. "Come to the after party. There's someone I want you to meet," he said as he smirked playfully. He ain't said but a word.

"Bill! Let's go to the after party. Here's the address. Karl gave it to me."

As me and Beverly exited the SUV, heading into the after party in our Chanel attire, we were congratulated on the way by some many nice people. As I made it inside the house, I spotted Karl and I headed towards him because there's a lot we had to talk about. A LOT.

"Karl," I sang softly, "I need to speak with you." He smiled and walked towards me slowly to get on my nerves. "What's up, darling? You did amazing tonight. I am so proud of you!" he exclaimed proudly as we embraced tightly. "Thank you, I couldn't have done it without you." I responded back empathetically.

"Karl!" We heard yelled out coming from the back of the house. "Come! Follow me. There's someone here that's been dying to meet you." I was nervous and my hand that Karl held was sweating. Why am I so nervous? As we passed people heading out to the backyard towards the bar, people were congratulating me and expressing gratitude. I thanked every single one of them. As I looked ahead to where we were headed, I saw him. The one and only, Mr. Michael Joseph Jackson leaning against the bar. He had on a black military coat with a red armband, a red undershirt, and black trousers that had red stripes on the side. He wasn't in his usual white socks and loafers, but rather black boots. He had on his sunglasses and when he turned his head in our direction, I almost froze. This was the moment I dreamed of.

He watched me attentively as I made my way to him. I couldn't see his eyes behind his dark sunglasses, so I turned my head to the left and saw Beverly, Kate, Kristen, and of course Alisha giggling and mouthing, "Go get your man." I rolled my eyes playfully and turned my head back to him when I saw that he looked to see who I was looking at. So he was watching me. God, I hope he couldn't read Alisha's mouth.

As I stopped in front of him, arms length away, he smiled his gorgeous smile to which I smiled back. "The moment you've both been waiting for," Karl smiled as I looked at him. I glanced back at Michael to him already looking at me. We both looked at each other chuckling.

I couldn't believe it. He was right in front of me. The boy I had grown up admiring, was now right in front of me smiling at me. He took his glasses off slowly, stuck out his hand, and said, "Hi, I'm Michael." I smiled, looking into his eyes, shaking his hand saying, "Hi, I'm Ashley."