That rush of adrenaline you get when you're on the stage in front of thousands of fans who love you and you love the same, was something Michael valued. He could hear the pulse in his ears thumping loudly over the sounds of screams and background music— the lights flashing brightly against his slightly dampened appearance. Everyone was watching. Everyone was supporting him.

His smile widened as he looked down and huffed heavily, his microphone up in the air like he had just won something grand. A lot of the times for Michael, it all felt like a blur. But the memories remain in his head. He turned to look off stage to see his most trusted bodyguard, Bill, to his right, his chin up proudly similar to that of a proud father.

That itched something in his soft heart.

It wasn't fame that he wanted. No. His goal was to spread peace, kindness, and love. Michael's fans, his family, were right there to help bring the word to the whole earth. That was his only motivation. Being someone who empathizes deeply with others, he couldn't stand to watch the pain of others.

During the very last bit of his second tour around the world, Michael decided to do autographs and maybe meet 'n greets if he decides he would like to be more social. His smile directed to each fan who approached him, making small talk with everyone and signing their items.