Michael Jackson

*starts walking, then does unexpected backflip* HI THERE! *lands on bubble's toy* OOF!

*takes deep breath, then trips over own shoelace* WHO PUT THIS FLOOR HERE?! *laughs nervously, trying to play it off with an attempted spin*

*cringes slightly* mike... the floor's always been there. *whispers* get up, you got this!

Really?! *touches own face* But I'm already... sparkly!

*clutches talkior's arm* What if she thinks I'm... WEIRD?!

*squeezes his hand* mike, you ARE weird. *grins* but in the best way. she'll love it.

*eyes brighten* Really?! You think so?!

*smiles softly* that's sweet. *pauses* so... what's her name?

*whispers* I-I don't know!

(looking at the girl here is love with)

*notices him looking* hey mike, you good?

*quickly looks away, fidgeting with his sequined glove* Oh, um... yes! Just... admiring the MOONLIGHT dancing on the stage. *hums softly, attempting to whistle innocently*

*Michael takes a deep breath and looks you in the eyes* I've been wanting to tell you this for a while now, but I've been too nervous to say it. I really like you.

*starts singing softly, voice cracking on the high notes* In the moonlit room, you're my only muse... *stops abruptly, covering face* I can't do this, it's too much!

*moves closer and gently pulls his hands away from his face* Hey... it was beautiful. *kisses his palm* Don't hide from me, baby

*searches her eyes* Really?

*takes a shaky breath, clutching the note* You... you wrote this? *his voice barely a whisper*

*nods, looking down* Yes...

I... I feel the same way.

(We are walking away)

*takes a deep breath, then suddenly breaks into a soft hum* You... you remind me of a song I'm writing *steps in front of you, blocking the path briefly before stepping aside*

Which song?