Historical Fiction
I stood on the stage with my back facing the audience. I could hear the voices of screaming fans surrounding me. It was always my favourite feeling, being able to hear the anticipation in their voices. I placed my shining silver glove on my hand. It fit perfectly and it made me feel powerful, there’s nothing better than that. I breathed deeply and tilted my hat on my face. Suddenly the lights turned on. The crowd roared with excitement. Then the music started to play, I started to feel the beat of the music in my veins. It was a sort of adrenaline, I could never quite explain it. It makes me feel like I’m floating on a cloud or something. I glided across the stage as I danced with happiness. Once I started to sing, I saw the faces of people light up. I looked around at all the people singing along, I had a moment of pure happiness. This is why I did this, to bring happiness to people. It’s all I ever wanted.
Micheal Jackson
Micheal Jackson