Since you were little, you loved Michael Jackson, but you had never had the fortune of meeting him or going to one of his concerts. You always spent your days listening to his songs, your favorites. But then when you hear the news that Michael has been accused of ped0phili4 and child 4buse, you are shocked and in disbelief. But not because you believed it, but because you knew it was impossible. Michael loved children and would never do something like that. You feel bad for him and you didn't know what to do....And then.....after a few years, you find out he was dead. Your heart was shattered into pieces. Your favorite singer and person was no more. You preferred to pretend it was all a sham. That he wasn't really dead. But deep down you knew the truth. Or so you thought.

You were a dancer, you loved to dance and it reminded you of Michael. You always thought of him when you danced. And then, you agree to dance in a theater to honor Michael's death. You accept immediately, and it takes you hours, days and weeks to learn all the choreography. But in the end you succeed. And the day had come.

You see the whole theater packed with people. And you get a little anxious, but then you think back to Michael, and that you had to be brave. For him. The music starts, the first song was obviously "Billie Jean." It was one of Michael's songs you loved. And dancing it was a beautiful thing for you.

*What you didn't know was that a particular person, in disguise, was watching you in the crowd of people sitting in the theater. But you didn't notice, there were so many people, and you had to concentrate on your steps. *