Just Dance The Thriller 1

~Collaboration~
  
"May I please speak with Miss Germanotta?"

This voice stood out: piercing, gentle, and yet soft-spoken among the constant ebbing waves of electrostatic jiggling intensely within her hollow holes of sound. The diamond-encrusted black and dark-ocean blue telephone grasped in her smooth, perfectly slender hand, pressed rather hard against one ear.

Who was this, she may ask, although it did seem like a rather rude remark.



Except, how successful was Miss Germanotta now? This is a brief recap of her life so far:

Right now, the boosting sales of hit razzy-pop albums were soaring endlessly across markets, and now she was deemed ever so popular as the newest 'sound-wave' impact thrust into the zany, techno-chaotic music industry in 2010.

Oh, yes...this was expectedly what she had perfectly wanted...The Fame, as strategically as she had named her dazzling first record. Stefani was rather into the whole, evolving trend of media-coated relationship 'things', she felt as if her songs sent out, as magnetic as gravitational waves, the concern for female self-confidence...and often sexual issues. The second statement though, she was now giving intense thought into.

It was a majority of world-youth teenagers, specifically, who have shown spectacular interest in her music, but was she sending the wrong concept of relationships?!

Uhm, awkward...because Stefani realized she was going to give that up.  She did not want her so-called 'little monsters' to be possibly veered in the wrong direction...right? OR, unless she could still manage to somehow ebb away what she has caused.

To Stefani's dismay, she desperately needed to change her sound-lyrics as soon as possible.

Um, flash back to reality? The endless train of thoughts had to halt as Stefani answered back, her voice glazed with her usual ego-tone: slightly, dazzlingly robotic-sweet. That was her widely-recognized style, as well.

" Yes...," she breathed, crossing her sheer-patterned legs upon one another. The seat she was perched upon was uncomfortable, even though she refused to accept the fact that she was the one who purchased the $21,320.00 gauze-stain glass-paneled 8-KARAT GOLD object, so it was her fault to have this...this chair--in her possession.

Neon-green and white spot beams continuously wavered in breathtaking patterns around the outside of her dome, creating extremely hypnotizing, entrancing views, as she waited impatiently for the caller's reply.

" Stefani, it's me! Don't you remember?" A chiming giggle full of warmth and this--this surging energy from the phone awoke her senses from her 'unnatural' quick sleep after the phone call.

Suddenly, the identity of the caller struck her as she practically hyperventilated, the palms of her hands now damp with sweat.

" Or should I say, Lady GaGa, congratulations MUCH on your success!! I mean, you have an utter talent and genius, I am NOT joking! This follow-up album of yours to 'The Fame' is...is incredible, I adore everything, from the concentrated synthesizers to the space-like bass...", the so-familiar voice speaking to her contained every true trace of that man she vividly remembers perfectly in her mind: the genuine genius who put to launch the face of music itself!

She did recall exchanging conversations with him in the past, about early in her career as a new, stepping-stone pop star, but it was, for her, impossible to believe that HE has liked her music and her style, and...oh, there was a possible collaboration in the works with HIM! On tour?

His self-explanatory biggest, most successful, dazzling come-back in music history?!

........

NO. WAY. Stefani quoted this over and over in her head, although she was extremely proud of herself to have gotten this far.

" Thank you. So much, Mr. Jackson," she stuttered, her lips still wet with bold, blood-red gloss. She glanced condescendingly at the claw clock upon the shining wall. She now was due for yet another stage show...specifically at the Staples Center (where she constantly performed her heart out) in half an hour, but she SO did not want to miss talking with the King Of Pop...this was a solid, golden opportunity!

Even at the tender age of 50, with 52 years coming upon his peak this August, Stefani went over his personality. Michael Jackson's unprecedented magic never really did seem to fade across the darkest, foulest years of his life. He was still the thriller, as she had testified with his 'Invincible' proving that he was THE number one 9 years ago, yet he remained SO spectacularly humble as well! Now HE influenced her music too, of course!

Stefani bit her lip absent-mindedly.

" No, call me Michael, and I would like to start off about...hm, oh yes, my tour," he kindly told her, his voice evidently ringing through the earpiece.

Immediately, she knew it was the media who had destroyed his once-true view of trust...and they fabricated everything!

Someday, they would be the death of him, Stefani thought angrily.