It has always been my dream since I was a little girl to meet my all time favorite person. The guy who I am highly obsessed with, not in a crazy stalker way, just in a crazy moonwalker way. You will only understand what I mean, if you are a true moonwalker.

My friends have always judged me for loving Michael. It's not like I grew up with him considering I'm only 27 and he is 33. Not a huge age gap. It just so happens that his music puts me in a place where I can be in my own escape world. Forgetting to mention that as a humanitarian he is the best in the world.

I finally saved up enough money to go to a Dangerous concert. I could have went many times before, but I wanted the VIP package. I want the full Michael Jackson Experience.

Finally getting to the arena where the concert is being held. There were over 20,000 people already in line waiting for the doors to open. It seemed like it took forever, that's only because I was too impatient to wait any longer.

Waiting 45 minutes to an hour in line just to be shown to my seat. Once I got in there I looked around the packed arena with over 200,000 people not a seat vacate. It's then that I realized how close my seat really was to the stage. Being front row for the very first time of any concert I have ever been to.

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After about an half hour later, the lights lit up, and the smoke came out. Then the man himself made his amazing entrance. Jumping from up under the stage landing perfectly in his stance staring out into the distance.

(Just in case y'all don't know! Which is a shame if you don't!)

Let me tell you, as soon as I seen him, I started crying. Looking at him in person is much different than in pictures and videos.  The way he was standing so perfectly without moving for two whole minutes, until he finally turned his head the other direction, taking off his sexy sunglasses slowly. You could hear the fans chanting, almost louder than the music.

Then bam, Jam started playing, he turned into a dancing and singing machine. I've seen him dance before, heard him a-cappella, nothing compared to witnessing it for yourself.

The way his body moved to the rhythm of the music. The way he did his own moves but still synced in perfectly to the original choreography. Everything about this man amazes me.

At one point during the little performance of In The Closet, I could have betted money on him staring at me the whole time. Occasionally, licking his lips while grabbing himself and thrusting his hips. I would lie if I said that I didn't get a burning sensation in my body. He knew that and grinned.

But that didn't mean anything, considering he sees over millions of different people in the world, he won't even remember me. I hardly doubt he will remember me when I meet him.

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The concert was over now, one of the best concerts I have ever experienced in my life. The crowd was awesome, we were all in tune with him while he sung. Especially, during Heal The World. Seeing him with all those children, how sweet he was, how loving he was towards them, made my heart melt. The way he held a few of them when they took turns. How he held their hand while singing his heart out. The adoration he showed to those kids.

It was now time for meet and greet. I of course was the last one, but hey, I get to meet the man of my dreams and lucid dreams.

I waited in line for what seemed like 2 hours after the show, I was just about to leave. I was just really tempted to see him in person.

As soon as I stepped up for my turn, he left without hesitation.

"I'm sorry madam, but Mr. Jackson is running behind on his schedule. Meet and greet is over now." Frank his manager told me.

The feeling of depression ran through my body, on top of that being so disappointed and angry. I wasted all of my money for what exactly? Now I'm standing here looking like a fucking loser, missing my one chance to ever meeting Michael. All of those other 2000+ people got to meet him, but I didn't.

"Oh, ok." I didn't turn back, all I did was walk away.

I didn't know exactly where I was going, I just walked where ever my feet took me throughout the backstage. Hopefully finding my way out.

My head hanging low, tears rolling down my eyes, I didn't pay attention to where I was going. That was until I ran into a stiff body.

"I-I'm so sorry. I should have watched where I was going." I sniffled.

"It's okay, accidents happen." That sweet, soft, manly but angelic voice, danced through my ears.

I slowly looked up and the beauty himself was standing in front of me.  The way he quickly changed into just his plain white t-shirt with his famous black pants and loafers. With a white towel around his neck.

When his brown eyes pierced through my hazel ones, he completely became concerned.

"Why are you crying?" He reached out to touch me but I backed away which really confused him. "Is everything okay?" I nodded my head and wiped the tears below my eyes.

"I-I should really get going. I-I'm sorry for wasting y-your time. Great s-show by the w-way." I started walking away but he wasn't having it.

"Wasting my time? Who ever said you were wasting my time?" Michael seriously questioned. "And thank you."

"It doesn't matter, you have a schedule to go by. You don't need to get behind anymore than you already are." I wiped some more of my tears that constantly kept falling.

"What is your name?"

"Everleigh."

"Well, Miss Everleigh, you are most definitely not wasting my time." The way my name rolled off of his tongue sent shivers down my spine. "In fact I have been waiting to meet you, ever since I first seen you in the crowd." I was in denial.

"Frank, told me that meet and greet was over, so I really have to get going." I tried walking away again but to no advantage.

"I told him to cancel the rest of the meet and greet." Michael said staring deep into my eyes.

"Then why am I still here? I should be out of the arena." I questioned. Like am I suppose to be here or not?

"I told him to cancel the rest of it because the second group would have started after you. There is only one person who I was really looking forward to seeing, but sadly she doesn't know she is hurting my feelings by trying to leave me." I silently cursed my self out.

"Meet and greet is only 5 minutes per person. My 5 minutes are already up and I didn't even get a picture with you." He giggled. Hearing his giggle in person is much sexier than on a screen.

"That's why I canceled it." He stopped giggling after a few minutes. "I want more than 5 minutes with you." He looked around us discreetly making sure no one was around. "I want to end my night with you." Michael slowly whispered in my ear, causing chills to appear throughout my body.

"W-what do you mean?" I whispered. I don't know why I whispered, but I did.

"Which do you feel more comfortable with, me coming to your place, or coming to my hotel room?" He asked bluntly.

"M-Michael you can't just do this kind of s-stuff with s-someone who y-you just met." I said nervously.

"You make it sound like I just randomly invite girls to my hotel room every day. You are the very first girl, who I have wanted ever so badly the concert to end, just to meet her. Trust me, I see over hundreds of thousands different women every day, who tries to get my attention. You are the only one who has caught my eye."

"Michael, I just do-" he interrupted me before I finished.

"You know what? Just forget it. It was a stupid idea to even bring it up. I have to get going. Good night, Everleigh it was good meeting you." Before, he walked away, I grabbed his hand stupidly.

People started staring at us, so instead of pushing me away, or jerking his hand away from mine, his fingers laced together perfectly with mine, walking us to his dressing room.

"I was going to say, Michael I don't mind, which ever you feel more comfortable with." I said when he shut the door behind us locking it. Not even for a second letting go of my hand.

"Which do you feel the most safest? I'm used to the public but you aren't." He asked sweetly.

"I already feel safe when I'm with you. But we can go to my house, at least you won't have a huge crowd to go through." He reluctantly let go of my hand so he can gather all of his stuff up.

"Do you live by yourself?"

"I do. It's nothing fancy, like what you are used to."

"A place to live is a place to live. Most people would sell their organs just for a place to stay for one night. Be grateful for what you have, Ev. Trust me, I took everything that I was blessed with for granted at the beginning." Ev? He already has a nickname for me? "If it wasn't for The Jackson 5 I would still be in Indiana."

We talked for a few more minutes until it was time to go.

"Let me tell Bill, where I am going, that way he can follow us, ok?" I nodded my head, but before he went his own direction, he just kissed my forehead.

He fucking kissed my god damn forehead.

No less than 10 minutes he came back with a duffel bag and a disguise on.

"I forgot to ask, if it was ok if I borrowed your shower?" He asked me while he laced his fingers with mine following me to my car.

"Sure, I don't care." I shrugged off.

"It would be better if your sexy ass showered with me."