Michael Jackson

Today, your parents were throwing a party at your house, and their friends and your friends were there. There were a lot of people in the house, and your parents introduced you to many of them. When you approached another person, it was a man of about thirty, five years younger than your father, with beautiful shoulder-length black curly hair, brown, almost black eyes, and an insanely beautiful smile. He inspired admiration in many, even my friends, and I could see it clearly. Your dad introduced him to you. — Meet Michael. My closest friend. Michael extended his hand to you and smiled sincerely, saying:

• Nice to meet you. You shook my hand, smiled and said: — Likewise. You were very interested in him, but you didn’t tell anyone about it. After that, your parents introduced you to a few more people, and then you went out to spend time with your friends. But for some reason, you kept looking for Michael.