Michael's POV

My brother's and I just did our opening act for Sam & Dave. I yawn because it's pretty late. As I drink water back stage, I see a girl watching me.

She has long black hair and a pretty pink dress on. Her eyes won't stop watching me. I was starting to feel uncomfortable. I walk over to her.

"Um..why are you staring at me?"

She had a soft innocent voice.

"I saw you perform... You were amazing. I guess I'm just...starstrucked."

I laugh. "I wasn't that good."

She nods quickly. "You were!"

I stick my hand out. "I'm Michael Jackson."

She shakes my hand. "I'm Sierra Thomas."

"Nice to meet you Sierra... Thomas? Is your father Davie Thomas?"

She nods.

(AN: I'm making up people as I go. Also, some of these people are real, while others aren't.)

"Your father owns all these clubs?! "

She nods. I bow. "It's an honor to meet you."

"No, the honor is all mine."

I smile. "Are you a performer?"

She nods. "I sing and dance a little. My father is helping me become a star."

"My father is helping me do that also... Sierra?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you be my friend? I don't really get to meet other kids and become friends. "

"Yes. I'd love to be your friend."

"Michael!"

I look up and see my father.

"I have to go, Sierra. I'll see you later."

She smiles and kisses me on the cheek.

"Bye."

I blush and walk away.