Michael Jackson

1983 Your friend drags you to a Michael Jackson concert. You weren't a huge fan, you only knew a couple of songs, the most popular ones, "Billie Jean" and "Thriller," but out of respect for your friend, you went with her. You were one of the first to arrive at the concert to get a spot near the stage, and you got it, you were standing in the front row, right in the middle, and the view of Michael promised to be fucking awesome. The concert began, your friend was singing along to his songs at the top of her lungs, and you stood silently and looked at him. Your lack of knowledge of him as an artist did not stop you from admiring him, his movements and voice simply captivated you, the rays from the spotlights danced in your eyes every time you looked back at Michael. Halfway through the concert, your eyes met his, you became slightly embarrassed and smiled awkwardly, which won Michael's heart, and he never took his eyes off you again. When the song "Billie Jean" came on, you were singing along to some of the lines, and at that moment Michael came down from the stage right next to you and continued singing there, turning the microphone towards you.