Allie's Point Of View ~

Oh my god! 

I can't believe this. 

Michael Jackson is coming to Australia for the beginning of his Bad world tour. This is so amazing, so exciting. I love him, adore him so much. I am completely crazy in love. I love him more than anything and I just cherish him as an artist and as a person. No one and nothing can change that. I grab my phone and dial my best friend Jessica's number as fast as I possibly can. 

"Hello? . . " Her voice on the other end of the phone. 

 "Jessica, girl. Have you seen the newspaper yet this morning? . . " I ask her. She laughs. 

"No. I haven't gotten out of bed or had my coffee. Why? What is it? . . " She asks me. 

"Michael Jackson is coming here for his Bad World Tour . . " I yell into the phone. 

Jessica doesn't say anything at first, only starting to scream a few seconds afterwards. We're both screaming now, like the fan girls we are. Once I come back into reality, I look back at the newspaper and start reading it back Jessica over the phone, my finger following it along. 

 "It says that Michael is coming to Australia first, to kick off his Bad world tour . . " 

" . . and is here for only three days. . " 

"We are going obviously Allie. How long have we been waiting for Michael to get his beautiful little butt here? . . " 

"It has been a while since he toured down this way and now that day has finally come . . "  

"Allie, I'm getting us both tickets as soon as possible. . " Jessica tells me. 

"Good idea. Please get them now and let me know once you have ordered them, okay? . . " 

She tells me of course. 

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One Hour Later 

 After watching some television for the last hour, I'd say it's getting kinda boring. I'm so worried, so anxious. I hope we get the tickets and get good seats. I don't want to miss out. I have my fingers crossed. I let my mind wonder a little as to what it would be like to actually see Michael live in concert . . in person. To have the chance to see him right in front of my eyes. Oh goodness. He is such a blessing of a man. Words just don't seem powerful enough to describe who I feel about him. I let out a big sigh, turning the television off. My phones rings next to me and I practically dive for it as I see Jessica's name as the caller. 

 "Jessica, hey. Please tell me you got us both tickets? . . " I ask her, panic all over my voice. 

". . you bet I did. We're seeing Michael live in concert, girl . . " 

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A Few Days Later  

 Geez. Look at how many people are here . . it is completely packed. Well this is Michael Jackson we are talking about. Jessica and I have been here basically all day. 

"Allie, I'm tired. I just wanna see Michael already . . " I laugh. 

"Me too. But don't worry. Once Michael comes out, you won't be feeling that way . . " 

We're sitting in the mosh pit literally in front of the stage but along with thousands of other fans around us too. I grab Jessica's hand. 

"Alright, so here's the plan. When security calls everyone up for the show to start we are running as fast as we can to the front, grabbing the railing at the front of the stage . . " I say pointing to it. 

I look at the time on my phone, it's 7:55pm and the show is scheduled to start at 8pm. I look up and see one of the security guards standing there, listening to his little microphone he has in his ear. He starts to nod his head as he listens. He already has everyones attention. He signals us - the audience, to stand up. The show is about to begin. Everyone gets up and runs like crazy to get a spot right at the front of the stage. And of course, Jessica and I are right at the front. Immediately afterwards, everyone is chanting his name, the energy from everyone is just amazing. The lights go out and everyone starts screaming. Getting louder and louder as we all wait for Michael to come out. The minutes pass, my heart pounding from the excitement. 

There he is. 

Michael comes out and Jessica and I both start crying upon the sight of him. He looks so gorgeous. Michael makes a signal and the music starts playing, the crowd is going insane right now. Michael takes off his black, buckled jacket and throws it behind him, grabbing the microphone to begin singing. 

"I said you wanna be startin' somethin' . . you got to be startin' somethin' . . I said you wanna be startin' somethin' . . you got to be startin somethin' . . to hard to get over . . "

"WHOA! THIS IS AMAZING! . . " I say, trying to talk loud enough for Jessica to hear me. 

We're both moving to the beat. After a while, Michael finishes his first song and he poses at the end until the lights go out. Everyone is still screaming. Some even fainting. Michael appears once again, I see as he walks to the front of the stage. Right in front of us. Holy shit, he is right there. He speaks to everyone, smiling so wide. He always looks his happiest when on stage. 

"How you doin? . . " Michael asks into the microphone. He is so out of breath. 

I am just staring at him. He is so stunning. He is right in front of me. Jessica and I look at each other with our tear stained faces.  

"WE LOVE YOU MICHAEL! . . " We both shout. 

Michael is standing there, dapping his face with a white towel. 

"I love you . . " Michael says into the microphone. The crowd roaring with love back to him. 

This moment is incredible right now. We have been here for three hours and the show is already coming to an end. With every single performance more memorable than the next. Jessica whispers in my ear 

"Allie, that performance of Dirty Diana was so sexy. I just wanted to run on stage and make love to him right then and there . . " I laugh at what Jessica just said. 

Michael walks back on stage and everyone is cheering. It's the gorgeous sight of a single spot light that is shining down on him, then he starts to sing. 

"I'm gonna make a change, for once in my life . . " I start crying right then and there. 

Oh how much I adore this song. I take a quick scan of the arena and see thousands of lighters being held up during this performance. Stretched out for miles. 

"She's out of my life . . " Wow. What a perfect song to end the show, yet Michael looks so sad when he sings it. He is just so passionate about it. Michael looks up and out at the crowd. 

"Can I come down there? . . " Michael says into the microphone. 

I'm reaching out my arms to him while I'm literally crying my eyes out. Ugh, to be given the chance to go onto the stage and hug him, kiss him . . tell him how much I love him. To have Michael literally within arms reach. All of a sudden. I feel as if I have been lifted into the air. I look down and notice a security guard taking me from the crowd. He points to the stairs while he leads me over to them. I run up them and see Michael standing before me. I waste no time, running over to throw my arms around him in a desperate but loving hug. Is this really happening? He breaks the hug and gives me a kiss on the cheek. 

"I love you . . " he says and hugs me again. 

"Michael I love you so much, you're so beautiful . . " I say grabbing onto him for dear life. He giggles into the microphone. 

"Michael, I'm so in love with you. You are my whole heart . . " I tell him through my tears. 

Michael freezes and looks at me. I freeze as I look into those beautiful brown eyes of his. Out of nowhere, security is pulling me away from him. No, please no. That isn't gonna happen. Security  grabs my arm, trying so desperately to get away from him. He picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder and takes me off the stage. I am crying my eyes out. 

"NO PLEASE! MICHAEL! . . "I yell out as I reach my hand out to Michael as I'm carried away. 

He puts me into a room and I sit down on a chair with my hands over my face 

"Please take me back to Michael. . " He hands me a bottle of water. 

"Drink this. Calm down a little . . " I take it and he walks out. Closing the door behind him. I take a sip or two and start crying again. I don't wanna be here. I want to see Michael. That's all. 

Michael's Point Of View ~ 

"Thank you so much. I love you . . " I say, exhausted. 

I take a bow and blow the crowd a kiss "Goodnight, everybody . . "

I walk off stage and I'm sweating so much. But it felt so good to be performing again. My manager Frank hands me a bottle of water and a towel. 

"Here you go, Mike . . " I wipe my face with it then put it around my neck. 

"Such a great show tonight . . " Frank tells me, walking alongside of me. 

"Thank you, Frank . . " I stop walking and turn around to face him. 

"Frank, where is that girl? . . " He looks at me funny.

 " . . what girl? . . " He asks me. 

 "That girl that came on stage with me. Where is she? . . " He has a couple of puffs from his cigar.  

"Oh her. Security put her in a room for her to calm down a little before they let her go. She was pretty upset. But aren't they all . . " Frank says, chuckling. 

"I wanna see her first. . " I say suddenly. 

Frank gives me a very weird look. 

" . . just to make sure she is okay, you know? . . " I inform him. 

I'm walking to the room as Frank walks beside me along with two security guards following behind us, of course. I am never on my own. I knock softly on the door and open it slowly. Frank and the two security guards are standing by the door. I can see her now. She is sitting on a chair with her hands over her face. She hasn't seen me yet. She seems so sad. She is crying. I hope she is okay. The poor girl. I don't want to see her so sad. This is just breaking my heart.

"Hello miss, are you okay? . . " I ask her softly. 

to be continued.