let me love you ~ michael jackson & ariana grande

meeting martin

(a/n: before we start, i just wanna clarify that i have no idea what the order of events were in martin batshits documentary with michael so if things are out of order or the timeline just doesn't make sense bear with me, im doing this all on my own research and how im assuming filming may have went down. okayyyy continue.)

                                June 13th, 2002

Ariana

I stand outside the entrance of Neverland with Michael. The night sky is dark with every star shining, I'm jittery and the fast pounding of my heart hasn't slowed down. Tonight's the night that Martin Bashir and his camera crew would be coming to our home and starting the lengthy process of what will eventually be the documentary about Michael. Michael notices my nervousness and hugs me. He's expectedly tranquil and I know it's a mix of his urge to do this and the fact that he's fresh off of his Demerol doses. He's been cutting them off pretty well otherwise I wouldn't be here right now but the pain is occasionally awful he says so I can't really do much besides watch the medication help him.

"Calm down, my love. You're working yourself up over nothing." He disengages our embrace and brings my hand up to his mouth, kissing it lightly.

I flash a small smile and thank him for his reassurance, an abrupt sound of a few cars pulling into the gates catches all of our attention.

They all come to halts, security is by our side while we all watch multiple people get out of each car. The first person to get out is a man with glasses, he has a darker skin complexion and a pair of glasses sit upright on the bridge of his nose. I recognize him immediately.

"Hi, it's nice to finally meet you in real life, Michael." He and Michael share a professional handshake and his eyes fall on me after pulling away. "It's a pleasure meeting you as well, Mrs. Jackson."

I put on a friendly smile and exchange greetings. "It's so good meeting you too, Mr. Bashir."

"Please just call me Martin." He assures to both myself and Michael.

"If I'm not mistaken, you two share now...4 children is it?"

"Yes we do." I answer.

"Are they here right now or-"

"They're sleeping up in their rooms right now." Michael explains.

All three of us walk as we converse the basics of the interview. Martin Bashir has only been in our presence for about 20 minutes and it's obvious that he's a very forward type of person, this starts making my stomach turn because I know as soon as that camera switches on, his questions are going to be completely limitless and that scares me.

"Let's take a tour of the estate, yeah?" Martin questions, leading himself into our home.

"Sure, sure." Michael says, we hit every point of the inside of our home.

Martin examines each spot with focus and he seems surprised that we share such a normal house. Did he expect to see oxygen chambers everywhere?

Michael and I finish up the tour of our humble abode, we end up taking the golf carts to the amusement park and Martin starts to prep us for the interview, clarifying again that there will be no limits and stuff to tip toe around. It would just be myself and Michael displayed like open books.

We have our mic's put on and what feels like an interrogation quickly starts with a camera in our faces.

"Do you two come out here on your own?" Martin asks as we all stroll throughout the park. "Yeah!" Michael exclaims. "We try to come out here as much as we can." I add.