forever the king

"Michael... Michael.. Jackson ?" I whispered. He smiled, he winked and he ran in wings.
He was still here, my دل still beat so loud. He looked me with a wonderful smile and کہا : "Wow آپ was awesome!" "Thank you!" I کہا so shyly, without stopped to look his magical eyes. We stayed like that since a few seconds, before a man came and کہا :
"Hey Mike, we must go now" mike ???? "OK!" he replied.
So I کہا : "Wait" he grabbed my wrist and he put it on his chest. My دل couldn't stop to beating. W-Wait...I-I just want be sure that آپ are Michael.. I stammered. So I put my hand on his right...

As he looks in the mirror making sure he's presentable for his تاریخ with Maris, a woman he met a party the week before, Michael is pretty nervous because this is the first time he's met someone, who wasn't interested in his wealth یا who he is. Maris is a very special lady who caught his eye, so he introduced himself say, "Hi, my name is Michael, what's your name"?. "My name is Maris, and I've noticed آپ watching me from across the room, and آپ were staring at me so intensely as if we've met before". Maris, who's a plus-size fashion model, and has graced the cover of every fashion magazine...