October 15, 1997, Durban, South Africa, Kings Park Stadium
Michael Jackson's POV
"MICHAEL!, MICHAEL!, MICHAEL!", the scream of my moonwalkers is what I hear as I get closer to the stage. Ever since I went solo, life has had its ups and downs. Of course some people didn't agree with my decision, but those who did are my real fans and supporters.
Destiny has stuck by my side the whole time despite rumors made by paparazzi and tabloids, and I love her for that. She thinks tonight is just a regular show with usual singing and dancing, which is partly true. Tonight on that very stage, I'm going to ask her to marry me. I can't see myself spending thee rest of my life with anyone but her.
"Alright Mike, it's show time", Frank says. We do our pre-show ritual and I walk on stage. As the lights come on, the crowd's screams get louder, if that's possible. I am Michael Jackson, entertainer, lvoer, brother, and son and this is me. This is who I am.
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
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