While Rebecca was walking, she was listening to Privacy on her mp3 player. She was wondering who was picking her up at the theater...and who she was talking to on twitter. She still didn't bother to check the person's profile. She was so into the song, she sang out a bit.
"Ain’t the pictures enough
Why do you go through so much
To get the stories you need
So you can bury me
You got the people confused
You tell the stories you choose
You try to get me to lose
The man I really am

You keep on stalking me
Invading my privacy
Won’t you just let me be
Cause your cameras can’t control
The minds of those who know
That you’ll even sell your soul
Just to get your story sold

I need my privacy (yeah,yeah)
I need my privacy (yeah,yeah)
So paparazzi Oh no yeah,yeah)
Get away from me (yeah,yeah)
(Just get away from me)

Some of you still wonder why
One of my friends had to die
To get the message across
That yet you haven’t heard
My friend was chased and confused
Like many others I knew
But on that cold winter night
My pride was snatched away

She get no second chance
She ridiculed and harassed
Please tell my why (oh no)
Now there’s a lesson to learn
Respects not given it’s earned
Stop maliciously attacking my integrity

I need my privacy oh no (yeah, yeah)
I need my privacy oh no(yeah, yeah)
So paparazzi (mercy) (yeah, yeah)
Just get away from me(yeah, yeah)
(just get away from me)

(Ad Lib) Slash

Now there’s a lesson to learn
Stories are twisted and turned
Stop maliciously attacking my integrity

I need my privacy oh no (yeah,yeah)come on now
I need my privacy oh no (yeah,yeah)oh no
So paparazzi oh my(yeah,yeah)dont, don,t you do it
Just get away from me oh no (yeah,yeah)oh my

I need my privacy please dont do it (yeah,yeah)
I need my privacy please dont do it (yeah,yeah)get away from me get
away
So paparazzi get away from me (yeah,yeah)
Just get away from me (yeah, yeah)

My privacy (yeah, yeah)
My privacy (yeah, yeah)
My privacy (yeah, yeah)
My privacy (yeah, yeah)"
Once she finished the song, she was in front of the theater. Just so she didn't make a scene, she just listened to Billie Jean, which was the next song on her mp3. She was trying not to dance out in the open with everyone watching. She just tapped her foot and let the music talk to her. Soon enough, she found herself dancing. Once she was done dancing, she saw a car in front of her. She looked up and saw someone get out of the car. Her eyes went wide as she saw Michael Jackson standing there, smiling at her. She turned her mp3 off and put it in her pocket. "M-Michael Jackson?" She asked. He chuckled at her. He walked up to her and grabbed her hand and kissed it. She blushed at him. "You guessed right, Rebecca. I knew it was you from the arena. And what you told me at the arena was a dead give-away. About you wearing the stripe for children." He said to her. "And I was the one that was tweeting you last week." He finished. Her heart sped up. 'It was...Michael Jackson?! Oh my gosh...heart, please don't send me into a heart attack.' She thought, putting her hand on her chest. Michael noticed and held her other hand and led her to the car. He got her in the passenger side and he got in the driver side and then drove off.
About 10 minutes later
They arrived at a Chinese restaurant that he and Chris Tucker went to in the short film for You Rock My World. "Oh wow..." Rebecca said, looking at the restaurant. Michael got out of the car and so did Rebecca. They went inside and saw that there was barely anyone there. "Michael, is there a reason for almost no one to be here?" She asked him. "I don't want anyone crowding around our table, Rebecca. It's how it is with us famous stars. I had to call them to tell them that I was gonna be bringing someone with me today and told them to leave a few people here so we don't feel so alone." He said. She nodded and he held her hand and led her to their table. "This is the one I suggested for us." Her eyes went wide. Candles were lit, a red table cloth was covering the table, and there was red wine and wine glasses. "I must be dreaming." She muttered. Michael pinched her shoulder. "Aaow! Hey, what was that for?" She turned to him. He was chuckling. "I was making sure you weren't dreaming. This is real." He pulled out her chair and she sat down and he helped her scoot her chair in. Then he sat down himself. They looked over the menu and decided what they wanted. She wasn't big on asian food, but she's always loved it. The waiter then came by their table. "Would you two like to order?" She asked. "Yes, I'd like the fried rice with the sweet and sour chicken and vegetables." Michael said. She wrote it down on her notepad. "And for you, ma'am?" She turned to Rebecca. "Um...I'll have the same." She said. She wrote down a two by the order. "Alright. I'll be right back with your orders." She picked up the menus and went on her way to the kitchen. "You like asian food?" Michael asked. Rebecca nodded. "I was raised with it." Soon enough, their orders came and they started eating.
After eating
Michael paid for the lunch and they went back to the car. He started the car and he started driving her back home. "Michael..." Rebecca started. "Yes?" He responded. It was silent for a couple minutes. "Well, I just wanted to say...thank you for lunch. It was really nice of you to do that for me." Michael smiled at her. "It was no trouble at all. I believe your friend told me that it was your birthday, so I thought maybe a nice lunch would be part 1 of your gift from me." "Part 1?? There's more parts?" "Yeah, two more parts to it. Part 2 is gonna be at the store." "Store??? Huh?" Michael stopped the car and had her turn around to see Hot Topic. Her jaw dropped. She looked at Michael then back at Hot Topic. "Oh...my...gosh!" Michael chuckled at her reaction. They got out of the car and went inside. She looked around the store. She hasn't been to a Hot Topic in years. "Pick out anything you want, Rebecca." She turned to Michael. "Are you sure?" "Yes, I am. Now go pick out what you want." She bit her lip and walked around the store. She found cute red extensions and bows and a fishnet long sleeve shirt. She grabbed a pair of long white fingerless gloves with black hearts on the edge of the upper part of the gloves. She found a really cute short-ish red dress that had thin sleeves and grabbed that. She was sure she was done, but she forgot one major thing...and that was the black tights. She went over and saw socks that were black with red bows on the top part. She liked them so she got them, too. She turned to Michael. "All done?" He asked. "Yep." She said and they went to check out. It all rung up and Michael added the star discount and it rung up as...$30! "That will be $30." The cashier said. Michael handed him the money and then they left the store with the bag. "Oh wow...Thank you so much, Michael. I haven't been to a Hot Topic in years. Mainly because my mother thought I'd be getting too much stuff from there and turn all gothic and emo." She said as they were heading back to the car. Michael chuckled. "It's no trouble whatsoever. I'd figure you'd go to a place like that. I've been there a few times myself." "Really?" "Yeah." They got into the car and they drove off to her house.
After 30 minutes
Michael got her home, safe and sound. They got out of the car and he walked her up to the door. "Thank you again, Michael. Today was wonderful." She said. Michael smiled at her. "It was no trouble at all, Rebecca." He said. He soon saw a tear fall down her cheek. He wiped it away and she looked at him. "Why are you crying, Rebecca?" He asked a bit concerned. "It's just...my father used to do the same thing you did for me. He'd take me out on my birthday, he'd buy me stuff...I miss him so much." "Is he..." "No...he and my mom divorced a while back when I was about 12. I felt like I barely knew him..." Michael took her bag and put it down gently and held her close, putting his hand behind her head, his other hand rubbing her back. She hugged back, crying on his chest. After about a few minutes, she stopped crying and they released the hug. "Ready for part 3?" He asked. She nodded, wiping her last tear away. Before she could get to it, he wiped it away for her and kept his hand on her cheek. She didn't know she'd expect this. He leaned down slightly and softly kissed her. She was shocked, but hid her expression. Michael pulled away and gave her a kiss on the cheek and soon went to his car. "Have a wonderful birthday, Rebecca." He said to her before getting in his car. "Thank you so much, Michael." She told him and he soon drove off back to his house. She went inside with her bag and went to her room. She sat down on her bed and placed her bag on the bed with her. "He...kissed me..." She muttered. Soon, her mother walked in. "Hey, how was your lunch?" She asked. "It was...fine..." Her mother looked at her and sat down next to her. "What's gotten you in shock?" "The guy that took me out to lunch...was Michael Jackson himself. After lunch, he took me to Hot Topic and got me these things..." She handed her mother the bag for her to look at the stuff. Then she continued. "Then he brought me home...and he...he...kissed me." Her mother was in shock. "He kissed you?" "Yeah, he did, Mother..." Her mother couldn't believe what she was hearing. The King of Pop kissed her daughter. 'Well, since she's grown up, she doesn't need old mother's advice. I just need to tell her what to expect from a star.' She thought. She told Rebecca about what she was taught when she was younger.
With Michael
Michael just got home and he got inside. He looked at the clock to see that it was roughly 5 pm. "Hm...at least I got a few hours with her. She's so beautiful...what am I thinking?! I'm moving too fast here...I need to clear my head...somehow...but how?" He said to himself as he went to his bathroom to take a shower. After his shower, he dressed in his casual clothes and sat down on the couch and watched a couple movies until it was time for bed. He wound up crashing on the couch after a while.