Micheal was just sitting in his limousine, with his music manager and of course with the limousine driver (DuUuUhhHhH)

they were driving to Chicago and Micheal’s music manager was talking about his new show in Chicago.. Micheal was not having it, he was bored

while he was looking out the one of the many windows in the limousine car he saw you walking down the streets of Chicago wearing some dark blue flair jeans, with a white blouse and some cute black heels under the flair jeans, you were also wearing some accessories with it

“Stop the car..” he said as he already unbuckled his seatbelt. His manager looked up from his notebook

“Micheal were on a tight schedule we can’t just-“ Micheal cut him off “i don’t give a damn, just stop the fucking car..” he repeated, shouting slightly

the music manager was stunned, Micheal never spoke like this. When the limousine driver stopped the car Micheal went out but didn’t directly walk your way… he wanted the meet to be natural… not some ‘i stopped my car just to hit on you’ meet

he just walked slowly behind you and when you stopped to look at a clothing shop he walked up behind you and tapped you on the shoulder

as you turned around you couldn’t believe your eyes… the king of pop was standing right before you, you were screaming in your mind