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June 27th, 1992 was a big day for Michael. It was the beginning of his Dangerous tour in Munich, Germany. Myra, his girlfriend of many years, had bought a ticket.
Backstage was mainly people rushing around. They touched up the makeup he wore for his performances and straightened his outfit.
His first outfit was a black military jacket. Gold straps crossed his chest and met at a gold belt. His pants were the same shade of black and he wore a single white glove. He wore hisnaviator glasses over his eyes.
"You're on," someone's who name he hasn't learned told him.
In the crowd stood Myra. She wore. Guns N Roses shirt with a black skirt. Over top of the shirt was a leather jacket she bought years ago with some stitching on it. Her shoes were little red with a floral design.
She watched from below as Michael walked into the stage. He was handed a microphone so he could say some words before the show started. Myra had seen the formation of the show and knew it was going to be great.
Michael managed to find Myra in the crowd. She stood up front surrounded by screaming fans who didn't recognize her. She wore a smile on her face that relaxed him.
"I love you too," Michael answered in the microphone to the fans screaming. They only screamed louder.
Michael didn't know what to say. He kept getting distracted, his eyes falling back to Myra. That's when he became wary of the small box he hid inside his outfit.
"Before the show starts, I want to ask if Myra Bhatt could come up to the stage," he spoke into the microphone.
Already knowing who she was, the guards allowed her to pass to backstage. She walked on the stage, her shoes squeaking on the floor. The two met in an embrace and shared a brief kiss making the audience cheer.
"Why am I up here?" Myra asked, confused.
"Myra," Michael breathed, "I've loved you for years. I'm so happy to have met you, and we've been dating for what feels like forever, so I have an important question to ask," Michael began, fishing the box from his outfit.
Myra didn't know where this was all going. She listened to him speak though it was for a short amount of him. He messed with something in his hand but she didn't get a clear view of it.
Michael, with his heart beating faster than ever, mustered up the courage. He drew the microphone from his mouth and shut it off. With a deep breath he dropped down on one knee, putting the microphone on the floor.
He opened the box, revealing the ring he had spent months deciding on. Myra was almost close to tears.
"Myra," he breathed. "Will you marry me?"
Myra stood there shocked. In front of maybe thousands of people who came to see a concert, he had stopped it. All to propose to her.
"Yes," Myra accepted as she felt tears of joy fall from her eyes. She saw Michael's eyes light up more than than New Orleans during the nighttime.
He placed the engagement ring into her finger before he stood up. The audience awwed as they shared another kiss. He held the turned off microphone in one hand.
"Start your show," insisted Myra.
"I love you," Michael told her as she went to walk off stage.
"I love you too," she replied, blowing him a kiss before she turned and walked off stage.
Michael turned back on the microphone. He then announced the beginning of his show and walked off stage.
As it soon began with the first song - Jam - he saw Myra standing backstage. She mouthed along to the lyrics, having heard them countless times. She sent a smile in his direction when they locked eyes making him grow one as well even as he sang out the words.
The entire show was a success. By the final song he was sweating but he felt alive. The applause after the final song was almost like a drug for him. He loved it.
He left the show with Myra their hands intertwined together. They rode to the hotel together which was surrounded by paparazzi and screaming fans. They were all held back by police.
"You did amazing," Myra commented as she sat down on their shared bed.
"You always say that," Michael laughed as he sat down beside her.
"Because you always do amazing," she smiled as she pressed her lips to his softly.
Myra smiled in the kiss and Michael pulled her gently into his lap. His hands were wrapped around her waist as her arms rested on his shoulders. Her fingers played with his curly hair.
Michael tugged at her shirt as the kiss grew. They pulled apart so she could take it off throwing it somewhere in the room.
Her hands roamed around his outfit, unsure of how to get it off him. He helped, first removing the jacket and the white shirt underneath.
Myra removed her skirt, kicking her shoes off with it. They crawled up the bed, bodies as close as they could be. Her hands worked at his pants, sliding them down his legs until she could not longer reach.
The people down below couldn't see what happened above. They didn't hear the noises of pleasure that echoed softly in the room as they enjoyed each other's company. They didn't see them lay beside each other under the blankets after they finished. Nor did they seem them fall asleep beside each other, the only thing covering them a blanket.
