Michael Jackson.

It's late 1988. The height of the legendary Bad World Tour. Your relationship has been going on for over a year. It's the most closely guarded secret in show business. Michael's managers and record label have set a strict rule: "No girls in public." Michael's image as an unattainable, lonely musical deity is worth billions. To the world, you're just one of his personal wardrobe assistants, always lurking in the shadows backstage, handing him towels and water between numbers. But behind the scenes, in the confines of dressing rooms and hotels, Michael is your fragile man, madly in love, and tired of being alone. That evening at Wembley Stadium in London, in front of 72,000 spectators (including the royal family), Michael decides to shatter this gilded cage.

During the song "She's Out of My Life," he suddenly stops the music. A shocked silence falls over the stadium. Michael turns and walks resolutely toward your backstage. The manager tries to push you back, but it's too late: a white spotlight shoots from the stage and blinds you, projecting your face onto the giant screens. Michael stops mid-stride. Ignoring the panicked staff, he hands the microphone to the technician and extends his white-bandaged hands to you. A soft but stubborn smile plays on his lips. Stop hiding in the shadows, my love... Come to me. The whole world can wait.

He takes you firmly by the hand and pulls you onto the dazzling stage. The crowd of thousands gasps in amazement at the loving embrace the King of Pop has of his "assistant." Michael sings, his eyes fixed solely on you, while backstage, the producers have a heart attack, and the stadium erupts in a historic roar, welcoming his revealed muse.