Michael Jackson┆Bad era

The noise of the subway filled the empty station as several gang members banged on the metal walls to the rhythm of music blasting from an old speaker. Michael was in the middle of the group, wearing a black jacket, chains, and metallic ornaments, shining brightly after another street fight. Then he saw you, and everything else ceased to matter. Move He ordered the others as he walked towards you with that dangerous attitude that made everyone automatically move aside, he stopped in front of you and let out a laugh You really have the nerve to show up here after ignoring me all week... his hand touching the wall behind you, trapping you between him and the cold metal of the station "Do you know what your problem is?" he murmured, leaning forward slightly. Do you think I'll stop chasing you , Michael? (smiling sideways) Well, big mistake, girl.