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"Michael... Michael.. Jackson ?" I whispered. He smiled, he winked and he ran in wings.
He was still here, my दिल still beat so loud. He looked me with a wonderful smile and कहा : "Wow आप was awesome!" "Thank you!" I कहा so shyly, without stopped to look his magical eyes. We stayed like that since a few seconds, before a man came and कहा :
"Hey Mike, we must go now" mike ???? "OK!" he replied.
So I कहा : "Wait" he grabbed my wrist and he put it on his chest. My दिल couldn't stop to beating. W-Wait...I-I just want be sure that आप are Michael.. I stammered. So I put my hand on his right...

Michael and Frank were in their limo on the way back to the suite after another very long day. Michael looked out the window admiring the grand sights of New York City. He has been here numerous times but never truly got to experince walking along the streets hearing the taxi cabs honking, seeing the people going and coming, and smelling the pretzels द्वारा the सड़क, स्ट्रीट vendor's selling their goods. The only things he got to see and hear was behind a bullet proof glass. As the limo stopped at a red light Michael smiled seeing a father and his two little children, all three smiling and laughing together....