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I blinked dumbly, just to make sure of it was really him.
And let me tell you, it was definitely him, it was really, THE Michael Jackson, THE gloved one, THE biggest pop star in the world, THE one that any girl would kill, just to see him.
And what surprised me is that I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. He had a beautiful face, literally, it was so close to perfection...
And his eyes, his dark brown, chocolaty eyes made me melt on the inside. He looked so beautiful in person, like an angel or something.
I tilted my head to the side, and my mouth opened. I wasn't doing these things, in fact I had no idea of what was happening with me.
"Are you alright?" said his sweet, angelic voice. I quickly snapped out of my thoughts, blushing. Oh gosh why was I blushing?
"Miss?" he said, sounding more concerned. I blushed even more. By now I was probably as red as a tomato.
"Y-yeah?" I stuttered quietly. Why was I so nurvous? I'm never like this.
"Are you alright?" he asked me kindly.
I quickly nodded, looking down on the ground. It felt like every time I looked at him, instead of butterflyes, I had cockroaches in my stomach.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
I nodded again, keeping my gaze at the ground. Suddenly I felt his hand against my fore head. I gasped quietly. "Its burning, you must have a fever," he said, removing his hand from my fore head.
No, I couldn't have. I put my fingers against my fore head, he was right, it was burning hot. I than looked at Michael, who seemed to be looking somewhere behind me.
"George!" he called out. I quickly looked back and saw a skinny man looking toward Michael and I.
"Can you get this girl some water please," he said . The George guy nodded and went off somewhere.
I looked back at Michael, who was smiling. His smile was so beautiful.
"You really didn't have to do that, I-I'm alright.. I think," I heard my self say. Michael laughed slightly. He had an amazing laugh, it was literally, one of a kind.
"Well ofcourse I had to, I wouldn't let you have a fever and be sick," he said with a kind smile.
I blushed, looking down. I than saw a hand reach out over me with a plastic cup filled with water. Michael took it. "Thank you George," he said to the man behind me, than handed the cup to me. I carefully took it and drank some of the water.
To my surprise I got better already, so I took another sip.
Meanwhile, Michael watched me curiously, smiling. "See, doesn't that make you feel better?" he said. I smiled, nodding.
"Michael, what are you doing? You have a concert in ten minutes and you're still not changed," said a round man, who stood behind Michael. He had a suit on and a pipe in his mouth. I've seen him before on the television, although I forgot his name.
Michael sighed sadly. "I'll be there in a sec, Frankie," he said, almost sounding sad. Frank! That was his name, I think he was Michael's manager.
Michael than looked back at me, and reached out his hand so he could touch my arm.
"You stay here, alright?" he said . I nodded, biting on the top of the plastic cup.
Michael grinned, removing his fingers from my arm, than running off somewhere.
I watched him leave.
I still couldn't believe all of this.