(This mature story is set in the Dangerous Era it's for MichaelJacksonBaby!)

You had just gotten front row tickets to a Michael Jackson concert! You were so excited! Finally, you could see the man of your dreams working it right there on stage, and you knew it was going to be a perfect night. Your best friend, Marcy, was coming with you. She was probably more excited than you were, for she was crazily throwing pretty outfits out of her closet onto the floor behind her, muttering, "Nope...this won't do...ugh this one is horrible...and I'll never find the perfect outfit!" She stepped back and observed the mess she'd made. 

"Serenity, I'll never find anything decent to wear! I'm going to look absolutely atrocious!" Marcy said in despair.

You rolled your eyes, shuffled through all the clothes on the floor, and began to search for a good outfit. "Here is a pretty one." You said cheerfully, holding up a pair of white skinny jeans and a lacey pink top.

Marcy examined it carefully and said, "Do you really think it would work?"

"Of course!" You said, holding the top up against her chest. "I think it would look beautiful on you. You can even wear those new pink flats to go with it!"

Marcy smiled and ran to get a shoe box from the top of the mountain of shoe boxes in her closet. "I almost forgot about these! You're right, they'll go great with that outfit!" She grabbed the clothes and shoes and put them on her bed. "Thank you so much, Serenity! I don't know what I'd do without you!" She said as she hugged you.

"Hey, no need to get all lovey," you said, laughing. 

"I'm sorry I'm just so excited! I still can't believe we're going to see..." she took a deep breath and yelled, "MICHAEL JACKSON!" A big smile was plastered on her face as she jumped up and down like a little girl.

You laughed and said, "I know! It's gonna be amazing!" You jumped with her and you both squealed in excitement.

You stopped jumping and thought for a moment about just how amazing it would be. Michael was the most handsome, most talented, sweetest, and sexiest man ever! You honestly wondered how hard it would be to keep from running on the stage and touching him. He looked so irresistable, especialy in his new Give In To Me video. You couldn't wait for the performace of that.

A hand waved in front of your face and you snapped out of your thoughts. "Daydreaming about sexy Michael again?" Marcy said with an evil smirk.

"Hey, I can't help it! He's just so attractive, I'd be blind to not notice his sexiness." You giggled.

Marcy's eyes looked wistful as she let out a dreamy sigh and said, "I knnooww! He's so perfect."

You smiled and waved your hand in front of her face. "Shamone, we better get ready, the concert starts at 8pm."

You both put on your outfits and did your makeup as carefully as possible. You wore black skinny jeans and your Michael Jackson t-shirt. (That looked like this)

And you completed your outfit with a pretty black fedora. Marcy looked at your fedora and smiled, snatching a white one of her own off the hook on her closet door. You both were ready to go, and hurriedly ran out of the door, hoping you wouldn't be late.

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When you got to the concert, the entire venue was packed. Fans were buzzing aeound everywhere, and paparazzi stood close by with their cameras, ready to snap any pictures they could. You and Marcy shoved your way through the crowds until you finally got to your seats, exhausted. The place was a complete madhouse. You tried to relax and looked up at the big, empty stage, realizing that as soon as Michael stepped foot on it, it would come alive. You almost couldn't contain your excitement anymore! The lights dimmed and you could hear commotion going on backstage. All of a sudden, an announcer came on and introduced the opening act, which you watched impatiently, waiting for the time when Michael would come out.

Soon, Michael did come out...jumping out in an explosion of sparks, and standing still as a statue on the stage with his sunglasses on. The crowd errupted into a frenzy of cheers and screams, and some people were fainting already. You blocked out everything going on around you as best you could, keeping your eyes locked on Michael's sunglasses. You thought that you'd be screaming and cheering with everyone else, but instead you were hypnotized into a peaceful stare. He turned his head towards you, and took off his sunglasses slowly. You didn't move, you just stared into his eyes for as long as you could, trying to save this memory in your brain forever. He looked so perfect just standing there, and you didn't want him to move at all. You just wanted to keep staring in his brown eyes, but you were interrupted by Marcy, who was screaming her head off and clutching at your shirt.

"Marcy, get off me!" You said as you pushed her away a little. But she didn't hear you, she just continued screaming like a maniac, jumping up and down, and freaking out. You giggled at her and started cheering loudly. Michael had started to sing Dangerous and he executed all of his moves flawlessly. You shouted with the rest of the fans, staring into Michael's eyes the entire time.

As he went through his performance, Heal The World started playing and you and Marcy got out your lighters to hold in the air. It was very emotional, and you both cried a river. Seeing Michael right there in front of you made you feel in touch with him. Almost as if you were somehow connected through each others' eyes, for he would make eye contact with you often. The last song was Give In To Me, the one you had been waiting for. Your voice was hoarse from all the yelling and cheering, but you still managed to scream loudly when he started singing.

He suddenly stared directly into your eyes while singing, "Give in to me, give in to me!" His eyes were locked with yours for a moment, but he quickly looked away and continued the performance. At the end of the show, he took a bow in front of the audience, but his eyes were curiously fixed on you. When he exited the stage, he stopped and gave you one last look, then disappeared backstage.

You were tired after the long show, but you were so happy that you got to see him. You wondered why he kept looking at you, but didn't pick you to come onstage. You tried to forget about it, and focused on talking with Marcy while waiting for the crowd to thin out a little.

"Did you see the way he looked at you, Serenity?" Marcy said excitedly. "I think he likes you!"

Butterflies fluttered around in your sromach when she said that, but you brushed it off. "Oh, he wouldn't like me. I'm sure it was nothing, OK?"

Marcy didn't look convinced, but changed the subject. "I loved his outfits! I don't think anyone else could look good in a leothong." She giggled.

"Yeah, that's true..." you said, laughing with her. But in the back of your mind you were secretly hoping to run into Michael on your way out. Of course, the chances of that happening were next to none, but you wanted to stay in your seats a while longer just to see...

After a little bit, Marcy got up to use the bathroom, and you were sitting in the nearly empty stadium right in front of the stage. Nobody was around, so you decided to cautiously climb up the stairs onto the stage to get a view of the whole place. The stadium looked a lot bigger from up there. You looked behind you nervously to make sure nobody was watching, and then started to dance a little on the stage. It felt amazing to be on the same stage Michael Jackson was just on, and you felt free to do whatever you wanted. You started to do an amatuer moonwalk across the polished floor, when suddenly you feel a large hand on your shoulder.

You gasped and freezed in place, not wanting to look behind you. "Uh...I'm really sorry! I'll just leave now..." you said, trying to run down the stairs. But the hand held you in place. A soft voice, dripping with honey said, "Don't be sorry." You turned around to see Michael standing there, with a smile on his face.