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Platonic Benevolence	By : CrysMarie2oo5 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Michael Jackson Views: 4447 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I don't know Michael Jackson, or any of the Jackson family or Will.I. Am from the Black Eyed Peas and make no money off this work.

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Chapter Forty-two ~ Issue of Weight

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“So explain this to me again? Who is this Ramona Duprice?” I asked, my eyes scanning the pictures of unknown models dressed in modern fashion that adorned the walls of the upscale building. Yannick and Wayne groaned, Michael held my hand in his.
“I hired her as your image consultant. She’ll be in charge of hiring all the wardrobe stylists and make-up artists working on your video and photo shoots. She’ll be handling your image.” Michael explained to me. I nodded as looked at him.
“I see.” I said, as I continued to eye the life size portraits that adorned the walls.
“Why? Do you like what you see?” Michael asked as he stood next to me. I shrugged.
“Sorta…I’ve never been much into the 80s styles…you know the skinny jeans and mesh t-shirts…” I said pointing out some of the things that the girls wore on their bodies. “I’ve always been a flare person.” I said, my eyes meeting Michael’s who was studying me and my observations.
“Well the 80’s are coming back with vengeance. You can’t be totally against it…”
“What the 80’s? No…just some of the fashions, you also have to remember that I was born at the tail end of the 80’s. So I don’t remember the fashions all that well.” I said, matter-of-factly, as I walked through the lobby. Then another thought hit me as I compared all the other girls to me. They were skinny, I was…well, curvy. Curves didn’t have a place in Hollywood. Meaning I probably would have no place in Hollywood.
“Crystal, Ramona will see you now.” The receptionist said, interrupting me from my thoughts. With Michael’s hand on the small of my back and the bodyguards ushering us into the double door that led us into Ramona’s office. Once inside, an older woman, as skinny as a rail walked up to Michael and gave him two kisses on either side of his face and greeted him warmly. When Ramona pulled away, her eyes landing on me for the first time since we had entered the room.
“So you must be Crystal…” Her hand extended out to me and I gratefully shook it. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” I shyly looked up at her.
“Yeah you too.” I said, as I stepped beside Michael again. Ramona’s eyes examined me as I shyly looked away.
“Well gets down to business shall we?” Ramona said, as she sensed uneasiness between her and I. I crossed my legs and placed my hands in my lap as I directed my gaze toward her.
“First, of all, how much do you weigh Crystal? From the looks of you, you have to be…130, 140?”
“Last I checked, I was 147, but that was weeks ago.” I said, my voice low, almost a whisper. Ramona nodded.
“Well you carry the weight well. You have broad shoulders and a very feminine structure, but I’d like to see some of the weight come off. Say…twenty pounds or so.”
“Excuse me…it almost sounds like you’re calling me fat.”
“Well dear, for your height and body structure, being nearly a hundred and fifty would put your BMI at around 26. Which is clearly overweight. The ideal for most Hollywood women is 18...”
“Are you kidding me?” I said in disbelief, I looked over at Michael who was staring at me intently.
“Michael do you think I’m fat? Seriously?” Michael’s eyes widened.
“Oh God no, I love you the way you are.”
“Do you think I need to lose weight? Be honest with me now…” Ramona interrupted me.
“Crystal, please, Michael’s opinion doesn’t matter, it’s the opinion of your audience that does…”
“Oh yeah? Whose says that? Everyone I know is sick and tired of all the bony models and actresses out there. I’m a real girl, with real curves.”
“But there are people who will relentlessly attack you for your weight. I would rather save you from that scrutiny than have you crumble under the pressure of being thin.”
“So how fast do you want me to lose this weight? I’m not going to starve myself…nor am I going to eat tasteless food…”
“Well dear, leave that to me. Next item on the agenda…what is your preference in style?”
“Style…hm…I guess I don’t really have a style per say…I dress comfortably and most of my clothes are fashionable to what I like…”
“Well, I guess I should ask what do you prefer?” Ramona asked, her dark eyes looking at me.
“Well, I love flares and anything that has flares. Um…spaghetti stringed tank tops and halters…”
“Hm, yes, you have a frame that a halter would look good on. Strong prominent shoulders and a young bosom, as for the flares however…they are going out and skinny, formfitting attire is coming back in. How would you feel about wearing leather?”
“Um…leather? Well what are you thinking…like something domineering or something classy…” I asked, unsure of what she had in mind. She folded her hands in her lap.
“Well, if I can say something…“ Michael interjected. He glanced over at me, his eyes roaming my body quickly as he did so. Shivers ran down my spine. “I prefer her in something classy. She has a fantastic body, but I don’t want her flaunting it for the whole world to see. Not like some of the pop stars these days. I want her to be…different.” Why did my body feel like leaping out of the seat and sitting on Michael’s lap? The way he accented ‘different’ made my body hot with desire.
“I agree, I’d like my look to be more conservative, yet appealing.” Ramona sat back in her chair and looked at the two of us. “Hm…interesting, I usually get girls who want to flaunt their bodies, and by girls, and mean 15 and 16 year olds.”
“Ew…” I said, not being able to hold back my disgust.
“Of course we can’t do that, or we’d be in trouble with the local law enforcement…”
“Oh I completely understand…but you can blame the entertainment industry for that one I think.” I said, looking Ramona. “I want represent values that have been lost in the entertainment business. I’m wasn’t looking for fame, and I’m not looking for fame. I just want my voice to be heard.” I said, looking at Ramona and Michael. Michael’s fingers interlaced mine. I swallowed to ease my dry throat. “Music shouldn’t be just about sex, drugs, or partying…it should be deep and have a meaning behind it. Videos should reflect the music, not consist of soft porn and violence. I want to be a good role model.”
“Well said, but unfortunately these so-called women, are in it for fame, money and status. They don’t care about their image, their music, or their fans. They will do anything to get higher up in the entertainment business, including mocking their friends and fans…but I’m glad that you have a good head on your shoulders. You are a rarity in this business, you and Michael both.” I smiled, Ramona and I were going to get along great.
“Thank you.” I said, blushing.
“Now I need to take some measurements of you Crystal. Then I’ll work on a weight loss regimen with you and your nutritionist.” Ramona said getting up out of her desk. I got up out of the chair.
“Now, if you’ll follow me, I’ll lead you to the fitness room. Michael you’ll have to wait in the lobby until Crystal and I finish. It should be about an hour or so.”
“Okay, well Crystal, good luck. I’ll see you in an hour.”
“See ya baby.” I cooed, as I followed Ramona out of her office and to the elevator.
“So how long have you known Michael? He seems smitten by you.” Ramona asked, her eyes falling on me as we waited for the elevator.
“Not very long…a few weeks.”
“A few weeks!?! Girl, and he proposed?” Her eyes falling on my left hand that held my engagement ring. I nodded, looking at the rock lovingly, knowing what it meant.
“Crazy I know. But I love him.”
“I can see that…” Ramona said, looking at Michael, who was engrossed in conversation with Yannick. “Michael’s always been known to fall fast and hard, hopefully this time it’ll last. You know the saying that he’s married to his fans right?” I nodded, knowing that phrase all too well.
“Yeah, I know. I’m okay with it though. I think that’s one love affair I can live with.” I said, my eyes meeting Ramona’s. Ramona studied me for a moment then paused to think. Just then, the elevator dinged, and the doors opened. Both of us stepped on the empty elevator.
“Let me let you in on a little secret…” I stepped a little closer, but not enough to invade her personal space. “I think you’ve got a good foundation. I like you, don’t get me wrong. I think you and Michael are great together, but with his status, his fame…he’s got a target painted on his head. People are always after him. I’ve seen him try to build Lisa’s image up. It backfired horribly. Lisa felt that Michael was trying to change who she was and in a way he was. Since then she’s been after him, saying horrible things about him about their marriage and such. Michael has made lots of enemies unintentionally. A lot of them will try to hurt you…”
“What are you saying?” I asked looking at Ramona.
“I’m just saying be careful. If you ever need to talk, I’ll be here. When you leave here, I’ll make sure you have all my numbers. This is the first time I’ve seen Michael happy in a very long time. I love him as a friend, and anyone who makes him happy is a friend of mine.” Ramona said, her hand falling on my left hand as she studied the ring, holding my hand closer to her face.
“Man, that’s a beautiful ring, did he pick it? Or did you?”
“I did. I didn’t even know he was going to use it to propose to me…”
“Oh of course you did…didn’t you?”
“Well I think it crossed my mind, but I didn’t think anything of it.” I said, my eyes meeting Ramona’s. The elevator stopped, dinged and the doors opened, allowing us to step off the elevator. Ramona led me down the hall a couple of doors before stopping before a door saying “Dr. Gaphley M.D.” I took a deep breath as Ramona reassured me that everything would be okay. I hated doctors, clinics, hospitals and the like. We walked in and we were greeted warmly by Dr. Gaphely herself. Her office wasn’t quite like one I had seen before. There was a treadmill, a scale, and a variety of fitness machines, all there to test how fit someone was. I was already filled with dread.
“Well lets begin shall we?” Dr. Gaphely said, sitting behind her desk and pulling out some papers.
“So, Crystal, how old are you?”
“I’m 20.”
“Mmhm, and your date of birth?”
“May 21st 1987.”
“Okay, now how tall are you?”
“Five foot four.”
“Okay, how much do you weigh?”
“Last I checked…147.”
“When was that?”
“I don’t know, maybe a couple months ago…”
“Okay, and does any heart disease, diabetes, run in your family?”
“Yes, both do.”
“Okay which side of the family?”
“Well heart disease on my dad’s side, and diabetes on my mother’s side.”
“Okay, good to know. Do you smoke?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, how would you rate yourself as a smoker?”
“Um…I would say a light smoker.”
“Okay? How many cigarettes do you have in a day?”
“Um…it all depends on my stress level or boredom level.”
“On average, how many cigarettes?”
“A half of a pack…”
“Okay so…10?”
“Yeah…”
“Okay.” The doctor scribbled some things on her notepad.
“Okay, are you menstruating regularly?”
“Yes…”
“And how many days does it last?”
“Five.”
“Okay, and how long in between?”
“28 days.”
“Wonderful. Now, do you do any other drugs?”
“Well, I drink occasionally, but other than that, no.”
“Okay, well…” She finished jotting some things down on her notepad. “From my verbal examination you seem healthy. But lets take some measurements and see where you are at.” The doctor said, getting out of the desk a measuring tape, a blood pressure cuff, and a stethoscope. She came over to my side and I pulled up my sleeve as she wrapped the cuff around my arm. She held the stethoscope to the inside of my elbow and began to take my blood pressure. Glancing at her watch as she did so. After about a minute of pressure on my upper arm, she released the pressure and all was silent for the next thirty seconds. She disengaged the cuff from my arm as well as the stethoscope.
“Well, 92 over 68 and your pulse was 87 B-p-m which is healthy for a girl your age…” The doctor said, jotting more on her notepad. “Now for the measurements. We’ll measure the waist first. Please lift up your shirt.” I did as instructed. The doctor gave the measuring tape to Ramona who measure my waist as doctor turned on different aerobic machines in the room.
“33 and three quarter inches.” Ramona said, she held the measure tape the same circumference as my waist.
“Wow, that’s my waist…that’s tiny…”
“Not really, you wanna see Britney Spears?” I nodded.
“Here. 25 and a quarter. Last I measured her.” My jaw dropped. “Before her kids of course.”
“Oh my God…that’s skinny!”
“Now lets see the hips…” She wrapped the tape around my hips.
“A curvy 38 even.”
“That’s a good number…same as my bra.” I said, looking at Ramona. “Isn’t that a good thing?”
“Well, the ideal is 36, 30, 36. That’s a size six…”
“Well I’m a size 9...I like it.”
“But Hollywood is cruel my dear. Even though you are very healthy at a size nine. Most models are a size zero.
“What measurements are those?”
“30, 24, 30...you don’t want to be that thin though. You’re bone structure wouldn’t allow it.”
“Really? God…no wonder everyone’s going to the skeleton look.”
“Well enough about that. Crystal, do you know what this is?” Dr. Gaphely asked, holding up a boxy set of tongs. I shook my head.
“Well this is a BMI measurement tool. What I’ll do is pinch certain areas of your body and measure your fat to muscle ratio then we’ll calculate that to your body size and we will get your BMI.” The doctor said, bringing the instrument near my body. She measures my outer arms, inner thighs, stomach and back. Then she entered her data in her computer.
“Well according to the data your BMI is 25.46 which is borderline of being overweight. I would like to see your BMI to be around 20...so to get there, you’ll have to lose about 15 pounds. The next test I’m going to run is a caloric burn test. This is the longest test, and the most taxing. First you’ll be hook up to some monitors that will measure your heart rate, and blood pressure, you’ll also be hooked up with an oxygen mask that will measure your oxygen input and carbon dioxide output. There will be electrodes hooked up to various parts of your body to measure the energy that your muscles generate to perform certain tasks. So…lets get you set up and I’ll have you run for about fifteen minutes on the treadmill at varying speeds.”
I did just that, afterwards I was so exhausted, but then I had to lift a series of computerized weights for another fifteen minutes then they took off the monitors and electrodes and waited for my results, which took another fifteen minutes. Ramona gave me a bottle of water out of the doctors fridge. I gratefully took it.
“Well according this you require 2,248 calories in order to do your normal activities. I would like to cut that number to 1,500 calories with a daily regimen of two hours of physical activity a day. As for what you should eat, I’ll fax over a more detailed list before I get off of work today. I hope to see you again in a month to see how you are progressing…”
“How much weight should I have lost by the time that I see you?”
“Well, it varies with each person, but the normal is about six to seven pounds.”
“Jee, that doesn’t seem like much.”
“Yes, but we need to take our time with this, if you drop weight drastically it can be very dangerous for you. I want to do this safely.”
“That’s good. Well it was good to meet you Dr. Gaphely…”
“Its good to meet you too Crystal.”
Both Ramona and I walked out of her office and went back downstairs to find Michael waiting almost impatiently. Michael saw us coming off elevator and he rushed over to us.
“So what did you find out?”
“Lots of stuff…”
“Yeah, interesting stuff though…”
“Oh, Ramona, when should I start?”
“Well we need to start as soon as possible, but enjoy the rest of your day and I would start in the morning. I’ll keep in contact with you, and this is for you.” She said, handing me a folder containing my test results and all of Ramona contact information. “Keep it in a safe place. Hopefully in a few days you’ll be meeting all the other people who will be in charge of producing your album and stuff. When that happens, give me a call so we can get started on putting your image together.”
“Okay, I will do that. Thank you for everything.” I said, giving Ramona a handshake, but instead she gave me hug.
“Not a problem sweetie, but I need to go. I have more clients to see, so I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Sounds good. Thanks again.”
“You’re more than welcome. Have a good day now. Michael take care of her.”
“Oh I will.” Michael said, as his fingers interlaced with mine. Ramona headed back to her office while Michael and I headed out to the SUV with Yannick and Wayne.
“So what now…more doctors?” I asked, my eyes meeting his.
“Yep. More tests.” Michael said, in a low voice.
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