2001 @ Exeter
Michael walked out from his hotel and saw the massive crowd. Michael was quite surprised at the turn out,
there had to have been several thousands of fans out there. With Uri Gellar at his right, holding a camera,
mysterious David Blaine at his left, and his 3 bodyguards behind him. Walking out into the sun, Michael became aware of his skin and turned around to one of his bodyguards who was carrying an umbrella.
"Yeah, I need the umbrella," He said softly.
The bodyguard placed the shade over Michael. Then Michael finally walked out into the chaos. When Michael was spotted the fans came rushing towards him, like a stamped of ants. Michael wasn't too nervous. He expected this. European fans were always hysterical. He smiled and waved, loving the admiration.� Uri was in pure panic, on the other hand.
"GET BACK!" he shouted to the crowd. Michael didn't understand why Uri was so uptight. It was as if he was one of his bodyguards. Michael just focused on looking good for the cameras, smoothing the satin of his black suit.
"Wow, it's like you're one of the Beatles," David said to him.
Michael just giggled in response.
Suddenly there was a big push from behind, and Michael stumbled forward.
"GET BACK!!!!" Uri screamed even more frantically.
Michael realized there were many fans in back of them. His bodyguards tried to hurry him along. Suddenly, another big push occurred, and it cause a domino-like reaction, pushing Michael so hard he fell to the ground.
The crowd got even more frantic, crowding over him, giving Michael absolutely NO room to get up.
"MICHAEL!" He heard David and Uri cry out his name.
But he couldn't see them; they were lost in the crowd. His friends' cries became fainter and fainter and all he could hear was the screams of his love blinded fans.
"MICHAEL!� OH MY GOD I'M TOUCHING HIM! I'M TOUCHING HIM!" he heard the fans scream. He found himself being pulled and tugged. People grabbed his hair, and it stung so badly. His heart raced, as he realized he was in a helpless position. Trapped on the ground, with out security, and hysterical fans that don't even believe he's real.
Suddenly something cut off his air.
He felt his collar tug at his throat. Someone had grip on his collar. He couldn't breathe. He grabbed his throat, knowing no one could see that he couldn't breathe. He couldn't scream. He couldn't do anything.
"AH! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" he heard the fans scream.
He felt himself turn red. He was going to die. This was it. The ground began to get blurry. Then it became black.
The crowd let out a gasp. Uri and David and Michael's bodyguards wear frantic trying to get through the crowd. The fans stopped screaming and it became silent.
Uri pushed his way through the crowd. When he got to the center, Uri gasped himself. The London police was there trying to break the crowd up. The fans began to cry out "Is he gonna be okay?! What happened??"
Uri kneeled down to Michael, who was collapsed on the ground, motionless. He put two fingers at Michael's throat. His skin felt cold. Tears popped in his eyes when he saw that Michael was dead.
Reporters and paparazzi still crowded around to get one last picture of the late Michael Jackson.