Chrisnah’s Point of View
The roaring crowd beyond the curtain was loud enough to make my heart pound, but I wasn’t the one trembling.
“Oh my gosh! Oh my GOSH!” Michael’s voice cut through my thoughts as he frantically paced in front of me, his footsteps echoing like anxious drumbeats backstage.
I turned to him, watching as he nervously chewed his lip. His usual flamboyant persona had all but dissolved, leaving behind someone I barely recognized. Is this really Michael? The guy who could strut down the hallway like he owned the world? Right now, he looked like he might bolt at any moment.
"Hey, are you okay?" I asked, though it was painfully obvious that he wasn’t.
Michael froze mid-step, his eyes wide, darting from me to the stage and back again. "Girl, do I look okay?! Look at me!" His voice climbed an octave, panic filling every word. "I’m panicking, I’m not okay! I am NOT okay!"