Butterflies- A Michael Jackson story

"She's out of my life" - Chapter 3

The spotlights on the stage light up so that the audience now can see the band and the background singers on the big stage. Michael will go on any second. The screams grow louder and louder and the people behind me starts pressing on my back to get closer to the stage making it hard for me to stand straight, i'm still holding on to the barricade feeling the steel under my hands get warm.

After a few seconds he walks out, the real Michael Jackson. The band starts playing their instruments and the melody of "Wanna be startin'somethin'" goes through the arena. Michael looks real good in his concert outfit. Black leather pants with buckles and belts all along the legs and a silver shirt. His hair is just wow, my mouth falls open. I am in awe. His curls tied up at the back with a few loose bits hanging in his face looks just right on him.

When he starts singing I think my heart melts, I can't even control my body. I start dancing, jumping and singing like never before with my best friend beside me doing the same. I don't think I ever have been this happy before. I mouth to Julia that I am going to try to get rid of that girl infront of me. I start squeezing myself in the middle of her and another guy standing at the barricade trying to get in the middle. They give me some dirty looks but I succeed. Great now I don't have to worry about that anymore during the concert. I turn my full attention back to Michael who's singing and dancing all over the stage, just a few meters from me.

Michael walks across the stage looking into the eyes of some fans making some of them pass out. How could one even do that? God his vocals is just to die for and when he does the crotch grab move that he usually do in this song I think the girl next to me starts crying. I'm so focused on remembering this moment making sure I take in everything.

He performs song after song, and I wish that the concert never would end. When "I just can't stop loving you" ends I hear Julia scream in my ear "OMG IT'S "SHE'S OUT OF MY LIFE " NOW, LOOK FOR A SECURITY GUARD". Suddenly I get really nervous, this may or may not be the moment when I have a chance to hug Michael. I start to look around for a security guard that possibly might be looking for someone to join Michael on stage.

Michael starts singing with a soft soothing voice

"She's Out Of My Life

She's Out Of My Life

And I Don't Know Whether To Laugh Or Cry

I Don't Know Whether To Live Or Die

And It Cuts Like A Knife

She's Out Of My Life"

He has a single spotlight on him, standing still on stage while singing. I'm so close that I can see a tear form in his eyes, I wonder who he's thinking about. Suddenly I spot a security guard intensely looking at the fans standing closest to the stage. I try to be as normal as I possibly could, because I don't think they would take a fan on stage that's literally going crazy. He starts walking towards were i'm standing and I try not to make eye contact with him. I have no clue why I do that and get real disappointed when he walks past me. So close that I could have reached out and touched him.

I realize my chance is over so I turn my attention back to Michael that has now started singing the second verse of the song. I look over at Julia to see tears streaming down her face so moved my Michael's words and voice, it almost makes me cry too. his voice is so soft, angelic and he sings with such passion that only Michael Jackson can do. Suddenly I feel a hand knocking on my shoulder, I turn back to the stage to see the guard standing there. He leans in against my ear and says "Wanna come up on stage?".

A shiver goes through my body and I start shaking uncontrollably. Is this really happening? Do I want it to happen? Is it a good idea of me to stand infront of thousands of people when I literally can't talk to one single person? Before I have made my decision I can feel my head nod yes and two strong hands getting under my arms, lifting my body up over the barricade. I look back at Julia once again to see that she stares at me in jealousy and excitement at the same time. She makes a thumb up and screams "Yo go girllll". I'm so glad that she is my friend because even though she may be jealous she still get happy for me when things like this happen. I'm so grateful for her even though she can be a pain in the ass sometimes.

When i'm over the barricade the guard gently puts me down on the ground again and does a hand gesture that means that I should follow him. Oh god. This is happening. I feel as i'm about to pass out. That would be a disaster so I try to take deep breaths to calm myself down. Relax. It's only a ordinary human I think to myself. I don't want to scream and cry infront of Michael either.

The guard and I are now at the stairs leading up to the stage. I look up to see Michael still standing at the same spot as before, but now he's looking at me. At least I think he is. Inhale. Exhale. The room is spinning. It's so hard to remain calm on the outside when my mind is screaming MICHAEL JACKSON IS LOOKING AT ME HE KNOWS WHO I AM.

I can't go up there, I can't but it seems like I have no choice when the security guard pushes me up the first few steps. I look back at him once again debating wether or not I should run for my life back to Julia. He gives me an encouraging nod and I run up the few lasts steps to the stage. There's no going back now.

The lights blend me and at first I don't see where Michael is standing. When I do I slowly start to walk up to him. He's watching me, waiting for me to take the first steps and embrace him. I can see every detail of his face, the drips of sweat, the sadness in his eyes, the curls on his forehead. I watch him so intensely that I fear he will get uncomfortable, but I want to make sure that I remember this exact moment. I look up to his eyes again, to see that he is still watching me while singing. It hurts my heart, it feels like he's singing to me. His eyes are so beautiful, he has such a lovely rich brown color and deep deep eyes, I feel like as my soul is dragged into those eyes.

I take the last few steps towards Michael and close my arms around his neck, closing my eyes and taking in his scent. He smells of cologne and a little bit of sweat. I feel some of his sweat from his neck getting on my arms. I don't mind it though. I can hear his voice so clear in my ear, singing a last few lines before closing his own arms around my waist and back causing his body to get closer against mine. God this is really happening. I try so hard not to cry and scream. I think he gets surprised by that. He takes commando and rocks me side to side to the rhythm of the song, striking my back with his soft, gentle hands, sending shivers down my spine. It's all a part of the part we are playing, I know. But it feels just like he's actually is in love with me, not wanting to let me go.

Somehow things start to go wrong after that.