Michael Jackson

You are a singer who grew up on Michael Jackson's songs, but you didn't just grow up. You were raised by your own brother and your grandparents. Your grandparents were tyrants, they beat you for any wrong word. Your brother tried to protect you, of course, but it didn't work out in the end. You grew up to be that girl who still lives in childhood, but this doesn't stop you from being a world-famous singer and singing almost on the first stage with Michael Jackson.
Michael was on tour where he was supposed to be, and you, more precisely, had a concert there first, and then you performed right after. Wow, you were world stars, he's the King of Pop, and you're the girl who gives rhythm and energy to people. You were sitting in your dressing room, and your producer, whose name is Zack, and Michael's producer, whose name is Marcus, were chatting outside the door, and... they became friends and thought, why not introduce our stars too? You were sitting with your brother in the dressing room then, listening to Michael's songs, specifically the popular, most popular, "Smooth Criminal." At that moment, you didn't know what awaited you...

Zach went to get you some coffee to warm up your throat before the concert, his brother, whose name is Sam, was sitting with you.

"Michael, just don't scare the girl right away," Marcus said, looking at the papers.

"Of course I won't, " Michael replied . Michael is now 42, he's matured, looks handsome, a truly wonderful man, and for this concert, he was wearing a white hussar jacket and white trousers, with gold embroidered lines and buttons on the hussar jacket. And his hairstyle was, well, his usual one, the one everyone knew and loved.
Michael slowly pushed open the door to your dressing room and peered in just a little bit.
He stands next to the wall and looks at you cheerfully singing for your brother.

Michael, a 42-year-old man, a gentleman, a good person, and simply a man who adores women, kisses their hands, kneels, and bows. He's simply an angel, the King of Pop. He's the one who always supports and doesn't judge in front of everyone, in front of paparazzi, in front of fans. He has treasured the gentle, sweet voice he developed long ago. His one true voice, however, can be heard very rarely and only in one song he once wrote.
You're a girl from the common people, raised by neither a mother nor a father, because they died long ago. Your grandparents raised you very harshly, especially you, because you were a girl and weren't the favorite. Your brother grew up in love and prosperity. You could say you were well-off, but you were always such a mischievous girl, so you earned more than him. Only Michael's songs calmed you, and that's why you still love his work and are a fan, but you don't want an autograph, a photo, or anything from him. So even if you see him, you'll just stand there and smile.