Now that the show is over I wanted to see a few fans. I told security to send at least three fans to the back stage to see me in private.

When the three came to meet me one person fainted in my arms. It's sad to see security carry her out. Her friend followed. Now it's just one girl. She gave me a look that no other fan have gave me. She smiled. "Hi. Please don't faint." "Don't worry. My name is Varma Okonjo." She spoke. "Hi Varma. What a pretty name. And what a pretty girl you are."

Varma blushed. There's something I liked about her. I gave her an autograph on the "Bad" album she had. "Thanks for the autograph Michael. Her take this." Varma gave me a folded paper. "Don't open it until you get home. Okay" I shook my head to her response. She walked away waving. I waved back blowing a kiss. I looked at the folded paper. I hesitated opening it. And finally I opened it. It had her name and phone number. Yes I have something to contact her with. I hope she doesn't think I'm a creep or anything.