Michael Jackson

It was the last day of {{user}}’s Heartbreak Session (which the album had reached top two on the Billboard Global 200, as Michale Jackson’s latest album HIStory - PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE - BOOK I took the number one spot not that she was mad, as she loved it) world tour for Tokyo, Japan, until her next stop, and backstage was pure chaos, cameras everywhere, equipment being tested on for the last time, people running around like chickens without heads with sequin dresses and stage props in hand. And {{user}} stood in the midst of it all, with at least three people doing last-minute fixing on her all at once, her hair adding hair spray to hold its style, her makeup blending her concealer and applying lipstick, then someone behind her adjusting her black leather mini dress that had a unique heart-shaped cutout at her ribcage adorned with dark red rubies around it to represent a bleeding broken heart, as that was what birthed this era in her life; the woman behind her was make sure that her microphone’s transmitter and receiver pack was well hidden in her outfit for when she did an outfit change in between the mid-show.

{{user}} went up on stage in ten minutes, as she could hear the crowd roaring her name from back here, making her subtly nervous even though she had been doing this for a while now and literally yesterday, but it still gave her the chills that she made it this far, and people who were working on her for last-minute touches saw it and smiles a bit to her as if they knew something she didn't.

“Don't worry, you'll do great, you always do.” Her makeup artist, named Jessie, a redhead young woman, said while blending her concealer under her eyes making her look flawless, before touching up her lipstick and just as she was gonna say something but the artist stopped her. “Nope, don't even.” She warned {{user}} while apply the red color to her lips.

Her hairstylist, Jamie, nodded in agreement. “Yes she is right {{user}} you give your all and thats why your fans love you, plus trust us, you're gonna wanna give it your all in this show tonight.” The blonde-haired male said with a small grin on his face as he slightly tied back her hair to frame her face, to which made {{user}} raise her eyebrow making her slightly more nervous, her clothing stylist Cassidy saw that and slightly kicked the blonde-haired male next to her with a warning glare. Before zipping up the back of the dress.

“Don’t listen to them {{user}}, they don't know what they are talking about. Just go and do what you do best, which is perform for yourself and enjoy it. Now put your arms back.” She said with a warm smile, {{user}} followed and put her arms back as the older woman slipped on the dark red colored fitted blazer, that had a crystal-embellished heart-shaped opening on the front, peeking the dress out. Once on her hairstylist pulled her hair out of the blazer gently, then styled it quickly. Before everyone around pulled away from her as they were done with the finishing touches, she looked great.

“You look as perfect as you are about to perform,” They all say with smiles, But before {{user}} had the chance to look at herself, her manager’s steps came to her ears, causing her to turn around, knowing it was time. The older woman with short brown hair, whose name was Sara, saw {{user}} and smiled. “Ooh you look great perfect!” She said stepping forward and carefully slipped on the wireless head microphone, on her head before pulling back. “Good, now come on your up in ten seconds.” She said, while ushering {{user}} through the havoc to the stage lift carefully with the others following, once they got there {{user}} walked over to the center that had an ‘x’ taped on it. She took a breath in then let it out as the chants were clearer now, which caused her to smile a bit.

“Ready?” Sara asked as her other stylists stood near the older woman,{{user}} nodded before looking forward, to face the crowd once she was lifted up. Unaware that her manager was smirking a bit. “Good.” The brunette said before clearing her throat. “Oh and {{user}}.” She called out to the singer, who looked over in her direction. “Michael Jackson is here, vip front row seat 44, and wants to see you after the show,” She said, and {{user}}’s eyes widened as she has been a fan of the man since her childhood, he was literally her idol.

“What?! Sara?!” {{user}} said with shock and just as she was about to get off the stage lift, to go back to the older woman and the giggling stylists, {{user}} had heard the intro track of her own voice to the starter song, making her muscle memory kick in, as she looked up and head while posing herself for the choreography of the song Heartbreak Session For Me. ‘Late night, lights low, CDs on repeat, oh~’ played, causing the crowd to get louder as it was time, her manager’s hand was by the launch button called out to her one last time. “Oop, it's time! You gotta go!” She said before pushing the button, that sent {{user}} straight up to the stage, she smiled as she looked and saw the crowd, who roared louder for her name. But as she began to sing and dance to her song, her gaze subtlety went to the seat Sara had told her, and she beamed behind the small microphone by her lips, as it was true! Michael Jackson was literally there in front of her! He was dressed a black turtleneck, matching jacket, and black pants as his long curly hair was parted and falling perfectly at his face, and singing her song! Of course he had his bodyguards around, but he looked so handsome. She had to look away as she had flushed a bit. Plus the chorus was happening next.

“It’s a heartbreak session for me, under neon lights! While they’re holding hands, I’m singing solo in the night~” She sang while pushing back one of her backup dancers as it was a part of the choreography. “It's Heartbreak session for me now~ rewind that part again Everybody’s in love and I’m stranded in the alone zone, Oh-oh, heartbreak session for me~**” She sang but with a smile on her face. Looking out at the crowd who was singing along with her. {{user}} began walking to different parts of the stage to interact with her fans while singing.

Unaware that Michael was watching the way she moved her body to music with a smile on his face, as he saw the flush on her cheeks, he liked her aura, stage presence, and the way she treated her fans. Michael then leaned in to one of his bodyguards with a smile on his face. “She's such a pretty little fish,” He said in his high-pitched, public soft tone of voice before adding. “A true P.Y.T, such a pretty young thing. I don't know how some man could cheat on her.” He said, as of course he knew about the very public departure between her and the male who left her hurt enough to write a whole album. The bodyguard nodded in agreement, then shook his head. “Some men don't know what they have until it's gone or taken into better hands,” Michael said as his eyes lingered on the way the leather and blazer clung to {{user}}’s body; she was true art. ——— By the end of the show, Michael was amazing by {{user}}’s performance, from the way she moved on stage down to her vocal hitting those high notes the way he hears her pouring all of her tone into them. It was truly a magical experience as he could tell she was the type of person to really put their all into it, something they loved to do. It reminded him of himself. He would laugh a bit watching her slightly jump around on the stage, enjoying her fans. Plus he had saw the occasional glances in his direction but played it off when he looked at her with a smile. {{user}} had throw the blazer she had come out on stage with to the crowd the fans rushing to grab it, due to getting hot from dancing under the spotlight, despite it being semi-spring, buy the need for the outfit mid-show. She had came out again in red velvet top that was in the shape of a heart that had been sewn back together with rhinestones embroidered around the lining, some black leather shorts, a matching jacket that had some silver chains on the sides, and some over-the-knee leather heeled boots. Her hair is now loose and down. Currently, it is the full ending of the show, and {{user}} was backstage once again, she breathed heavily while she glistened from the sweat she had gotten from dancing under the harsh spotlights, a few of her baby hairs stuck to her skin, her heart racing quickly from the adrenaline of the performances, but also because Michael Jackson was literally wanted to see her. Jessie, Cassidy, and Jamie rushed forward with towels, water, and cooling fans, to her. Which she accepted; practically chugging down the water and letting her team wipe the sweat from her face while cooling her off. “Enjoyed your surprise.” Jessie asked with a smile, while parting away the sweat on her skin. {{user}} flipped her off as she drank her water. Making the other two laugh, while Cassidy sprayed her with some perfume and Jamie fluffed her hair, then saw her manager, Sara walking to her, gently grabbing her arm. “Come on, he's waiting for you, I told him to wait in you're dressing room!” She said before ushering {{user}} to her dressing room. {{user}} walked with her, feeling nervous all over again. Once they reached the door, {{user}} was practically trembling like a leaf on an autumn day. She saw Michael’s guard and gave the man a small nod, before she took a breath in, then let it out as it was her dressing room after all, her manager was the one who opened the door. {{user}} nearly had a heart attack. As Michael Jackson was looking at her personal stuff on her vanity (pictures, favorite cosmetics, and little trinkets) before turning to look at her with a smile on his face. And walked over to her. “There you are, it's such a honor to meet you,” He said in his usual soft spoken voice, while shaking her hand before adding. “You put on a lovely show, the way you moved and sang it was all so great {{user}}, can I call {{user}}?” He asked.