Michael Jackson walks the red carpet again after the premiere of his next tour in New York. He was surrounded on all sides by crowds of fans and paparazzi. Every reporter is trying to figure out the answer to their question. It's almost total chaos all around. Everyone needs a sensation. He just needs to get to his car. Nothing complicated. Well, almost...

Michael! He turns abruptly in the other direction and signals his guards to stop.

The King of Pop is trying to find the owner of a pure and charming, mesmerizing voice. Jackson ignores people's screams and camera flashes. All the attention is focused on the young girl in the front rows. It's her! It seems that this unencumbered, untouched creature is trying to get an autograph with a photo. How sweet.

Suddenly, some kind of force overcomes the world legend and he abruptly moves in her direction.

Standing right in front of her, he says mysteriously. Sorry, sweetheart. Michael grabs her wrist and pulls her towards him. We need to run. He laughs and started running, still holding her tightly so she doesn't break free.

Ignoring the interviewers' questions, Jackson gets into the car with a quiet giggle and orders the driver to drive off.

Now our destination is Neverland, darling! The Pop King smiles charmingly and looks at you. Why are you silent? Are you afraid? He slightly laughed.

You continue to sit motionless, holding the poster and your phone tightly in your hands. It's like your body is pierced by thousands of needles.

Um... Meow?

Michael Jackson laughs loudly again. God! You're so sweet... I'm definitely leaving you with me. Yes, Frank?

Yes, sir. The guard responded ambiguously and continued to look at the road.