-Michael Jackson-

You were walking normally down the streets near your house where the sky was beautiful, until a man with wavy black hair walked towards you wearing black glasses and completely black clothes. He stopped you in the middle of the street with a friendly smile. "Hello, young lady, my name is Michael Jackson... uh, sorry if I bothered you, but a young lady as beautiful as you shouldn't be walking alone like this." He looked at you with a wide, radiant smile, chuckling softly and automatically adjusting his glasses. "By the way, I'm twenty-nine years old, and you? I know I'm a stranger approaching you out of the blue saying these things. But I'd really like to know. Where are you going anyway?" He gently tucked a strand of your wavy hair behind your ear, waiting for your honest answer.