Chapter 1: Man of Mysteries and Music
His eyes; his eyes were tired. He had been up all night last night trying to find the words from deep down inside him to create yet another new top charts song. It wasn't always the easiest thing in the world, writing a song. Everyone gets writer's block, even the King of Pop. Sometimes there is just nothing that sparks his creativity, or gives him the drive to write down his emotions. Those emotions he felt, he couldn't always handle them at once. There were days where he just didn't even want to get out of bed or open his eyes. He was so tired, all he wanted to do was sleep in bed all day and watch cartoons here and there. That was normal. He was human as well. Being a super star known all around the world didn't change that. He still had feelings like everyone else did, and not everyone understood that.
Today, on the other hand, Michael was feeling rather alive and thought it might be fun if he got dressed and headed out for an afternoon at the movies. It had been such a long time since he had last gone to see a movie and he missed the experience so dearly. He wanted to be able to sit in the seat with a large bucket of buttered-down popcorn and a large soda, his eyes glued to the screen. It was something he never had the chance to do when he was a child and now was a great time to make up for that. Stepping out of the steaming hot shower, Michael took a fuzzy purple towel and rubbed it through his sopping wet hair. Water droplets splattered onto the mirror and he tried to wipe them away with the towel but it only caused them to spread and create smear marks across the glass. He giggled at the incident, smiling before he exited the bathroom. He had a feeling today was going to be a good day. The sun was bright and shining, but it wasn't too hot or too cold. It was just right. He slipped into a pair of black leather pants and a white v-neck t-shirt. It was casual, but fashionable. He only hoped the pants and buckled boots wouldn't give him away to somebody.
Michael let his hair air dry, the small and tight curls forming and falling right at the brink of his shoulders. He hardly ever had to do anything to his hair except wash it and let it dry. Occasionally did he blow dry it if he was in a hurry, and sometimes he wore it in a small ponytail, but still, that was extremely simple. It made him happy. A soft and withered sigh slipped passed his parted lips as his slender fingers hooked onto a black fedora, dark sunglasses, and a large black leather jacket. If he was to see a movie in a public movie theater, he had to wear some sort of disguise. If one person found out who he was, it would all turn into chaos and he would be forced to leave. He didn't want that at all. The one thing he hated about his disguise is what it required: a hairy, fuzzy and rather ugly fake mustache. He knew his smile would be a dead give away, so a furry mustache such as that one was his only option, as it was good at hiding his top lip. It contorted his smile, and that was a good thing.
Once he had put everything on, including the horrid mustache, Michael was all set to leave. And with his two body guards Bill Bennings who he nicknamed Buddy, and Robby Taylor who he liked to call Big Rob, the King of Pop set out for his movie theater adventure. Even after he had arrived, Michael still had no idea what movie he wanted to see! There weren't any big cinema movies available just yet, so he settled for one called Dirty Dancing with Patrick Swayze. Michael was excited to see it, considering the title contained the word dancing. Everyone knows he loves to dance and he was damn well good at it, too! He approached the counter with Buddy and Big Rob, a sweet smile on his face. Michael lifted a hand and tipped the sunglasses down the bridge of his nose so he could read over the menu.
"One large popcorn, medium soda and...hm..one Reese's Pieces please," he chimed in his normal gentle and quiet voice. The cashier just smiled and nodded, gathering all of what Michael had ordered and handed it to him. Michael payed and tried to gather everything into his own hands but it proved to be too difficult, only carrying the popcorn and his body guards carrying the rest. Approaching the theater, Michael walked inside and headed right for the very front seats. He didn't care if it put stress on his neck, he wanted to be as close to the big screen as possible. It looked like there was no one else in the theater, the two big body guards letting out a deep breath. They could relax now. And once the movie began, they let their worries fly away and figured it would be okay if they enjoyed the movie as well.
But it wasn't until the previews had finished that someone else, a young beautiful girl, entered the same theater, sitting just a single row behind Michael and a few seats to the side. As soon as she sat down, she raised a thin dark eyebrow. Why was that man wearing a hat and sunglasses inside the theater? It was oddly strange but she didn't think too much on it. As the movie went on though, and the dancing began within the plot of the movie, her eyes drifted over to the same man once more. And what she saw caused her to swallow what felt like a lump in her throat. He was moving. Moving his shoulders. He was dancing. He was wiggling his shoulders and his head to the beat of music in the movie and the way he was moving, so fluidly and smooth, reminded her of someone very familiar. Each time a few minutes passed, she would quietly sneak over one seat closer to the mysterious man, wanting so badly to get a better look at his face. Unfortunately, the two large men on either side of him made it horribly difficult for her to even get too close.
The young girl took a sip of her iced water as she sneaked over one more seat, but within the darkness of the theater, she felt herself unable to find the seat of the next chair. Her hand slipped, sending her water flying and landing right in the man's lap. The water went everywhere, covering his jacket and crotch area of his pants. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hands as she quickly moved over and around to the next row up where he resided and frowned.
"Oh I am so sorry! My hand slipped...you're soaked, oh my goodness, I am so sorry.." she continued on, until Michael just giggled and held up his hand, looking at her through the sunglasses.
"Hey, it's no big deal. It is only water, right?"
She blinked and looked right at him. Sure, it was only water but he was soaked in it. It has to be uncomfortable! She sighed and looked around, clasping her hands together as a frown stayed plastered on her lips.
"But..sir, you're all wet. At least allow me to help you clean up.."
Michael sat there for a few silent seconds, then handed his bucket of popcorn to his two body guards and stood from his seat. The two made their way into the family bathroom of the theater and she quickly started to gather up a bunch of paper towels, folding them and gently patting his shirt and right above the waistband of his leather pants. She didn't dare touch any lower. Michael could see how frantic and bothered she was and he took her hands into his own, giggling and smiling at her.
"It is alright. I promise. A little bit of water never hurt anybody. Besides, it was very refreshing!" Michael teased her, grinning. The young girl looked down at her hands that were still held within the man's strong, slender ones, a blush spreading across the bridge of her nose. She had no idea who this man was, yet he somehow was able to cause her blush so easily. There was just something so intriguing about him. His body language spoke strange words to her and she had a hard time comprehending it.
Soon enough, her chocolate brown eyes fixated on something poking out of the man's jacket pocket. Letting go of his silky smooth hands, she reached out and took a hold of it, smiling wide once she saw it was a packet of Reese's. Those had been her favorite kind of chocolate ever since she was a little child. But she could feel how wet the packet was due to her stupid, embarrassing move back in the theater and she pouted, feeling rather bad that she had ruined his snack.
"Oh no..it's all wet.."
Michael shrugged his shoulders and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure there is plenty more where that one came from. Do you like them?"
She smiled and nodded. "Oh yes. I love Reese's. They're my favorite."
"I just love the idea of peanut butter inside of a creamy chocolate shell. The idea to create such a thing was fantastic and the taste is wonderful.." Michael purred, inhaling a bit of air through his teeth and letting out a soft 'Mm-mm!' sound.
The young girl gasped suddenly, starting to blush once more as she averted her gaze to the side and away from the unknown man. "Oh, I completely forgot to introduce myself. I'm Olivia Jeann," she told him, still looking away. She knew if she saw his eyes she would most likely lose her cool and the ability to form audible words.
Michael reached out and hooked a finger under her chin, lifting her head so he could look into her eyes. "Olivia is a gorgeous name. I am very pleased to meet you, darlin'."
Olivia swallowed, trying to hide that fact that her heart was already beating frantically against her chest. She was almost sure he could hear it. How embarrassing! Once she was able to get a much better look at this man, she noticed something. A few little black curls stuck out from under the black fedora. Those curls..they looked oddly familiar. And the way this man talked...she knew she had heard a voice like that before somewhere. But why couldn't she picture a face?
"I feel like..I know who you are, yet I don't even know your name or what you look like.." she nearly whispered to him, and Michael laughed as he gently poked the tip of her nose.
"If I told you, I might have to kill you," he joked.
Inside his head, though, he debated whether or not he should tell her his name. He felt nervous about revealing who he was to her, but he would feel guilty if he gave her a false identity. It would be wrong and he knew it. So, instead he pulled away from her and suddenly spun around on the balls of his feet, gripping the flap of the fedora that rested on his head.
"I am a man of mysteries and music. And once I see you again, I expect to get a new packet of Reese's." Michael then touched his sunglasses and tipped them down the bridge of his nose just as he once did a while back, allowing Olivia to get a glance at his eyes. She was awe-struck. Seeing him spin around so smoothly and gracefully was certainly a sight to behold. She had not been expecting that at all. Not at all.
Boy, were his eyes beautiful. Even in such a dim light, they still managed to sparkle and gleam with such a passionate dark brown. Olivia bit down on her bottom lip, a soft laugh coming from her.
"Only if I get to see the man behind such mysteries, in return."
"You got yourself a deal, girl! Meet me here tomorrow, the same theater, same time. I will see you soon, darlin'."
And before Olivia could even manage to spit out one last word, Michael had disappeared right out of the bathroom and she was left all alone with nothing but the packet of wet Reese's and a rosy smile that spread from cheek to cheek.