To You, My Heart I Surrender [Michael Jackson Love Story]

Chapter 7: Chants [edited]

I was stood outside the venue where Michael was having his show. I didn't think there would be this many people at the show, I was between the 800th to the 900th person, and I felt epically under dressed.

Fans that were in line as far as the eye could see were decked out in outfits. The only one I recognised was the outfit that Michael wore on the bad album cover. There were Kids dressed in a white suit with blue shirts and black ties, kids dressed in a red and black jacket with black skinny jeans. It was surreal.

There were some fans covered in merch, from head to toe, then there was me. I had on a single top that was given to me by Michael. The only top I had. I felt I shouldn't be here, I wasn't a fan-fan. I had never heard of Michael till I bumped into him at the hotel.

I suddenly felt guilty. There should be another fan where I am- not the loner-geeky-anime loving girl. Not someone who fantasised about marrying an anime character in a red trench coat with orange sun glasses that wielded a gun for a supernatural organisation. Or, who would stand outside game stores at midnight in the freezing cold waiting for the new release just so they could get the game as soon as it came out. Or, who would spend way over $250 in stores like Forbidden Planet on Manga and Comics. Not the girl who dressed up as her favourite comic character because she doesn't want to be her self- Not Me.

I shouldn't be here.

People in the crowd started screaming. I looked up to see the doors open. 'Deep breath. How bad could this be?' I tried convincing myself as the line moved at the slowest pace possible.

I was eventually around the 10th person at the door. Some people never even made it past the door before they collapsed.

How freaking big is this guy? 

I got to the door, a big buff doorman asked to see my ticket. He checked it and nodded, "You can go in. Don't run." I wasn't going to? I nodded and went in.

As soon as I stepped into the massive room I saw what the doorman meant, every single person were running as fast as their legs could carry them.

Everyone was trying to out run each other. The door was the starting line, the stage was the finishing line.

People were pushing and shoving each other, trying to get as close to the stage that is physically possible. As close to Michael that's physically possible.

I started walking towards the stage, quickly feeling awkward that I wasn't running. I finally got as close to the stage I was going to get.

The sea of people in front of me began chanting, 'We want Michael. We want Michael. We want Michael!'

The people who had just reached the stage quickly joined in chanting.

After what felt like forever everyone was finally crammed in this venue. All chanting. They moved on from the 'We want Michael!' Chant. To, 'Fuck the press, Michael your the best!' 

The venue was plunged into darkness, everyone screamed, 'MICHAEL! MICHAEL! MICHAEL!' Girls crying their eyes out, shouting 'I love you, Michael!' While their boyfriends stood behind them stuck between two thoughts: Glad they got the tickets. And, wish they never got the tickets.

The lights on stage boomed on, strobe lights dancing around on to the crowd. Everyone screamed, cheered- at nothing. No one was on stage.