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My name is Tatiana but my stage name is Cinnamon. I currently work at a night club called Diamonds and to be honest I been making a lot of bands here ever since I’ve been here. The richest of the richest ballers always slide their way to Diamonds on Mondays or the weekends. When I first started here they had one rule which was to never fall for the customer but after 8 months of working here I didn’t care about none of that shit. I was in love with a guy name Hakeem and he had me so sprung over him. We had our own place together and all until I found out he was messing with one of the hoes I work with. I told myself I wasn’t going to catch feelings for no one and keep my eyes on the money.

Tonight is sort of slow, which is typical on a Wednesday night but I decided to come out and see what’s up. As I pull up to the club and park in my usual spot and start getting out my car. I see Nate the bouncer walker towards my car. “The fuck does this motherfucker want now?” I said to myself.

“Now girl, you know yo ass can’t park here. That’s one of boss man’s spots.”

I waved off Nate closing my car door and started walking towards the front entrance. Soon as I walk inside it was louder than a bih and drinks were flowing.

“Hey Cinnamon!” I hear someone yell. I turned around and see my bestie Chyna. I quickly run over to her and gave her a huge hug. I haven’t seen her in 2 weeks ever since she’s been vacationing in Italy.

“Hey girl! How was Rome ?!”

“It was great. I plan on going back soon sometime in the summer you should come with me.” She exclaims 

“I wish but I have classes in the summer. You know how that shit goes.”

“Yeah. Well look at it this way. You’ll be done by December and graduation is in the spring. You got this girl!”

“Mhmm. I know. Well let me go to the back to change before Curtis see us socializing.” I said making quotes with my fingers.

“Girl fuck him. He ain’t going to do shit even after he threatened to fire me nine times. I’m still in this bitch.”

“Cause he likes looking at the big ass of yours.”

Chyna playfully hits me on the shoulder “And his ass won’t get nan.”

We both laughed “Right!”

“Alright girl I’ll see you in a bit.” I said walking towards the back. Soon as I opened the door to the locker room I swear the smell was knock the wind out of me. “Damn y’all need to spray up here!” I yelled covering my nose. A lot of teeth sucking and low cursing was heard but I didn’t give a damn cause they know that shit ain’t cool.

“I need a drink.” I thought to myself pulling out my outfit for the night. It was a red g string that had rhinestones on the sides, a matching red collar with sliver chains, and red lace thigh high boots. This was one of my favorite outfits. I quickly change and start to apply my makeup. Smokey eyes and dark red lips is the look I decided on. With my hair, I put it up in a bun with a few curls falling in my face.

I walk over to the bar wanting my usual—patron with a lime.

“Hey Kiara can you make me the usual?”

She gives off a fake smile and start making my drink. God knows I can’t stand this wishy washy bitch but I definitely have to keep my eyes on her while she’s making my drink. For what it see like an enternity she finally hands me drink and I begin to go sit down at the bar and start downing the liquor.

I looked over to my left and see this fine ass man dressed in a suit. He kept looking down at his iPhone trying to keep himself busy. Like he’s eye candy but what was the point of him being here if he ain’t making it rain with the dollars.

Suddenly I hear the music cut off and the Dj starts to speak into the microphone.

“Coming to the stage is one of the spiciest and baddest broad in Atlanta. She goes by the name of Cinnamon. So fellows whip out your cash and show some love for one of the finest ladies at Diamonds CINNAMON!!!”

“Shit” I cursed under my breath and I was already tipsy.

I got up slowly to make sure my ass didn’t fall walking to the stage and the room suddenly goes dark. The DJ puts on one of my favorite songs—Girls Need Love by Summer Walker and Drake but the tempo was more sped up then the original. I slowly swing around the pole getting a whole view of the club and jump up hanging upside down with my legs split in the air.

As I’m upside down I see the same guy from the bar and he was looking at me like he wanted to eat me. But he wasn’t over here popping bands on me so... I did a flip and land on the floor in a full split causing the whole room to cheer and money coming from all directions my way. But his eyes was still on me. So I decided to do something that I’ve never done before—climbing all the way to the top of the ceiling of the club then spin my way down. I swear everyone lost it when I got to the floor and starting twerk to the beat.

The song came to end along with cheers and whistles from everyone— but not him. I don’t know what’s up with him, so I just shrug it off. I start walking towards the bar and felt a hand grabs my arm.

“Hey!” I shout

I look up and it was him. He threw up his hands in defense. “I’m sorry...I think you did great up there.”

“You think?” I said raising a brow.

“Well you’re good.”

“I didn’t see you showing love. Besides don’t be grabbing on me like that.” My voice got louder.

“Can I just get one dance?” He asked shyly

“You’re not going to be cheap. I don’t give free private dances and I sure ain’t do nothing extra.” I told him.

Shaking his head “No.”

“I’ll give you 30 mins but let me get a drink real quick.” I said turning to Kiara.

“It’s on me. Bartender, two patrons with lime, please.” Kiara looks at me and then at him as he pulls out wallet full of hundreds and fifties. When she places our drinks on the counter he gives her a fifty dollar bill and tells her to “keep the change.”

I look at him in shock. Who knew he had all of this money. I picked up my drink and grabbed him by his tie to lead him to the back room while we both took large sips of our patrons. I love coming back here cause I be making all the money without giving up the goods. It’s all about finessing. Soon as we are in the room, I push him onto the couch and took his drink placed on the table along with mines.

I stand in front of him wining my hips to the music playing in the back. His hands reach up to grab my ass but I playfully slap them away.

“Ah ah, you don’t get to touch this body for free.” He looks at me seductively and pulls out his wallet. “How much?” I can already tell he was a little drunk cause he’s sluring a little bit.

“It’s up to you but I’m not cheap.” I said straddling him in reverse cowgirl. I bounce and shake my ass on him and see hundreds and fifties flying in the area while his other hand is slapping my cheeks and I didn’t mind at all.

“Damn girl.” He winced

I smiled. I knew I had him where I wanted him. “You like that daddy?” I teased.

“Yesss.” He throws another hundred. Everytime I twerk or did any moves he likes he throws money. I look on the ground and I could of sworn it was over a grand on the floor by the time the thirty mins were up—my eyes widen.

“Thank you!!” I screeched kissing him on the cheek.

“No, thank you Ms. Cinnamon.” He said showing his pearly whites while placing another hundred on the side of my g string . Damn that smile got me all warm. We both walked out of the room.

I turn to him as we stopped by one of the booths.“Well it was nice meeting you. I never got your name?”

“Michael. But you can call me Mike.” He assured me.

“Okay, Mike hopefully I’ll see you soon.”

A mischievous grin creeps up on his face. “Oh you definitely will.”

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NO EYELINER.

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the master at work

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You Gotta Own That Stage

A beige curtain camouflaging him away from the crowd, showing off a silhouette of him dancing--in slow motion.

Doo-ooooo

Do-oooooo

Do-oooooooo

The curtain drops displaying him in a sheer blue buttoned up top that laced over his white v-necked , black pants,and his signature loafers. The audience goes bizarre whistling at him as if their throwing money towards the stage showing appreciation. 

He sings an acapella of the first verse of The Way You Make Me Feel. Like a natural that he is. No lip sync,back-up singers singing "Dooo-oooo". Dancing like a pro, making the females in the audience go nuts every time his hand reaches towards his crotch area. He keeps dancing until everything comes to an unexpected stop. Only sound that is projecting around the stadium is the fans screaming, cheering on his name, shouting they "love" him. Four guys start appearing onto the stage showing off their ego, throwing up gang signs, posing all thuggish and what not, giving Michael some daps as they walk up to him. 

"You dont know about women--you dont have that kind of knowledge" The playback  blared through the speakers along with. Right on cue, Tatiana struts onto the stage-- fully dressed in costume, passing by him.The audience cheers on as she appears onto the centered stage, lights facing their way. His eyes, his attention is all on her, nothing else, but her. As she walks across the stage, he blocks her path, arms folded-- trying to get her attention.The guys whistle at her, but in act, she ignores them, just like in the video. Michael stood to the side, hand resting underneath his chin-- studying every step she took across the stage. 

"Now that is foxy" The guy in the green plaid shirt exclaimed. "You don't know what you could do with that one" another guy added. 

Boldly, he walks over to her, staring into her eyes, biting his lips with anticipation, this turn her on-- which is one of the reasons why she kissed him back in '88.  Circling around her examining all of her, snapping his fingers of an unknown rhythm. Abruptly he stops, thinking "Damn... she still got them sexy legs, and that walk of hers" As he thoughts rambled on in his head, he heard his cue to sing.

You knock me off of my feet now baby, WHOOOOOO- 

Then the music kicks off, 808 blasting loud through the large speakers. She walks away from him, letting the rhythm take control of her walk,casually flipping her hair over her expose shoulders.

Hee-Hee! Ooh! Go On Girl! Aaow! Hey Pretty Baby With The High Heels On You Give Me Fever Like I've Ever, never Known You're Just A Product Of Loveliness

  I Like The Groove Of Your Walk, Your Talk, Your Dress

 He places his hand on her right thigh touching the leather fabric of her dress. A surge of energy running through her body, making her feel jolted, refresh. Its been almost 15 years since they both performed on the same stage together, flirting with one another, him touching her-- making her beamed every time he gives her eye contact.   

I Feel Your Fever From Miles Around I'll Pick You Up In My Car And We'll Paint The Town Just Kiss Me Baby And Tell Me Twice That You're The One For Me

Uninterested she walks away, shrugging as if she didnt care about what he was saying to her, or sang. He starts following her, begging for her attention, at least one acknowledgement. She signals him to come closer to her, sort of like a tease, but pushes him back, leading him to want more.  The Way You Make Me Feel (The Way You Make Me Feel) You Really Turn Me On (You Really Turn Me On) You Knock Me Off Of My Feet (You Knock Me Off Of My Feet) My Lonely Days Are Gone (My Lonely Days Are Gone). 

Tatiana walks off backstage, feeling enliven being on the same stage as him-- feeling the magic . The guys do their routine, making the crowd go crazy as they drifted across the lighted stage with their energetic moves.

The Way You Make Me Feel (The Way You Make Me Feel)

You Really Turn Me On (You Really Turn Me On)

The song faded out, Michael instantly bows to the screaming crowd of fans, still overwhelmed by his spectacular performance. 

"I love you" he hurriedly said before running off to the backstage.Walking through the confined hallway, body guards, assistants strolling behind him. Seeing a dressing room door open all the way, he glances in there only to see Tatiana sitting in the chair, agilely packing up her belongings into her coach duffle bag, murmuring something under her breath. 

"Marvelous show" he congratulates her. 

Broadly smiling "Same to you too" she almost bellowed in excitement. His smile reflects her as he walks off to his room , preparing for the upcoming songs. Moments later ,while gathering up her things, she could hear the pounding of the bass of Billie Jean playing everywhere.Promptly assembling her belongings, she rushed down the hallways, running like it was an emergency happening .It was a performance that she definitely did not want to miss.

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People cheering, screaming to the point that it was almost louder than the music itself. She's in the front row, the base pumping oddly throughout her body, making her wonder if her heart was still functioning in her body. Leading out all distractions, his voice, dancing, style, everything was so real-- so breathtaking. Still dancing like he did back in the eighties, with much contempo to it. Even though she saw him rehearse bounteous times, or even perform, she must admit that she always wore the same expression on her face every time, astonished by his artistry and originality.

Each foot taking turns gliding backwards across the stage in such a fast motion, the crowd goes crazy, like this is the first time they have ever seen him moonwalk and to be able to pose into a toe-stand after spinning multiple times. Like the crowd-- Tatiana herself felt the same way. Feeling the love coming from him through his performance.

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Prologue: Night of The Big Show

**September 7th, 2001

    Backstage:Madison Square Garden

People rushing through the narrow hallways preparing for the exclusive night that was going to occur in any moment. She looks around in her dressing room wondering how she ended up in the same place that got her fired, the place where she kissed him so suddenly, the place she last performed at. She promised herself numerous times that she wouldn't play no part of replaying the scenario that happen almost 15 years ago. A train of thoughts running through her head, then she just remembers that she's going to be performing tonight in front of an abundant crowd, making the anxiety jump right out of her. 

What was the purpose of it, they havent contact each other for so long, leaving her confused, sadden, upset....A phone call was all that got her here after all in the first place.  Thinking long and hard of what to do and what not to do-- no mistakes this time. 

Its so hard for her concentrate with one person briskly applying make-up to her face, and the other extracting her natural hair onto the hot curling iron. Assistance running in and out of the door offering her coffee, little snacks , to sort of keep her energy high and up. She kindly takes the offer managing the sugary milk coffee in her right hand, and saltines crackers in the other. 

While all this is going on, she looks out the door and sees him-- The Michael Jackson walking by along with his entourage dressed in a white sequin jacket, gold armed banned that rested on his right sleeve. He strolls pass the open door giving her quick glimpse then continues off to his own dressing room. Those old feelings returns back to her presents making even more difficult for her to intensify on everything.

"No no, you dont feel that way about him." "Dont let you feelings get in the way, he's probably dating someone right now."  

"Tatiana!!, you need to put on your dress now, we only got 10 mins" One of the assistants yelled clipboard placed in her left hand, head phones on her head. 

 Instantly she spills the steaming hot coffee on her legs, rushing to get out of the chair causing a loud shriek to escape from mouth.She looks at the red marks on her thighs from the reflection of the mirror

"Oh my god" she gasp from the marks

Multiple people cleaning her up, asking her too many questions at one time , making her dazed. Someone hands her outfit for the show- a leather dress that sort of matched the costume from the video, exceptions of the silvery spikes that descended from the stomach to the midsection. Hesitant for a second, wondering if the dress would fit, but then time was running out. She was going to squeeze into the dress if that is all it takes, then what the hell.