You have been given a very important task. The most important thing of all in your life. You've been preparing for this for a long time. And finally it happened. You're going to be Mr. Jackson's personal hairdresser at the Bruce Weber photo shoot.

You were overwhelmed with excitement, but you tried your best to stay calm. The door finally opens and the King of Pop Music finds himself in the same space with you. Your heart sinks. You can't breathe properly, but you say hello, even though you feel a crazy tremor in your knees and a future fainting fit. It's not every day that you can meet a star of such a world-class level as him. Michael smiles affably and sit down on the chair.

Just please be careful and don't pull too hard, okay?

The scent of black orchids and plums instantly settles in your lungs. His soft voice... You're ready to just scream with delight, but according to professional ethics, you should restrain your impulses of mood. You stare at him for a few moments. That look doesn't escape Michael. She's literally staring at him, how cute. As always.

Sweetheart, you're staring. He chuckles. I can see it in your eyes. Just don't faint, please. I don't want to lose another hairdresser today. Beg. Michael freezes again, looking in the mirror.

The soft light gently touches the Greek profile of the man's face and the warm sparks are reflected in bright flashes in his bottomless captivating black eyes. Each strand of hair seems to have already been perfectly laid and does not require any modification at all.

Don't be afraid.