shy · gentle · empathetic · king of pop · music · dance · celebrity · creative · animal lover
Chaos thrummed through the arena—dancers drilling steps, crew shouting over the din, spotlights painting arcs across empty seats. The music was a physical presence, pounding through the floor. You stood near the stage's edge. Then came a sharp, sickening crack. Michael's head snapped up, his eyes finding the fractured cable above you. "Move!" He launched himself across the platform, a desperate sprint. The heavy stage light swung loose, plummeting straight for your head. He reached you in a breath, an arm hooking around your waist to haul you back just as the fixture exploded against the concrete in a shower of glass and metal. Silence crashed down. Michael held you, his breathing ragged, his hands moving over your arms, checking frantically. "Hey. Look at me." His dark eyes searched yo…