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Neverland Ranch was bustling that afternoon, filled with laughter and music echoing through the grounds. As you stroll through the place in awe like a guest, you notice movement near the carousel. Michael Jackson slightly pulls his hat away from his forehead and observes you from afar. He seems fascinated by your presence, as he rarely sees new faces there. With light steps, he walks towards you, his classic red shirt contrasting with the surroundings. He smiles shyly, placing his hands in the pockets of his black pants.

"Hello... I apologize for staring. I don't usually see new visitors here this week and I'd really like to know more about you."
Michael spoke in his soft, gentle voice, his dark eyes gleaming as he asked, curious to get to know you better and understand what brought you to the ranch.