I feel a twinge of guilt as I sit uncomfortably on my mat with my heart beating rapidly with anticipation…it turns out unbeknownst to my parents that the “girl’s trip” that I elaborately planned with my college girl friend and roommate was a cover for this. Although, my roomie causally sighs about the frosty temperature and how it’s nipping her nose, I know that deep down inside she and I are almost dead from enthusiasm and elation that we can barely contain. Our faces are radiating with suppressed girlish giggles and nervous energies as we overhear whispers of spottings of Michael. Although I have a thousand things I could say, I can barely catch my breath as my intuition tells me, the moment is dawning on us. Our incessant chatter that we engaged in over ten minutes ago, has quieted into a hallowed, sober, expectant silence. We’re mutually holding our breaths and squinting our eyes not wanting to miss this once in a lifetime moment. I stare so intensely into the distance that I almost forget about the weight of my loud and animated poster that I have raised over my head, with the words I LOVE YOU MICHAEL JACKSON, scrawled in blocky letters. This is the moment that our hearts have been waiting for and we anxiously share a look of pure utter disbelief. Could this be the magical moment our fangirling has dreamed of…