Essie read the note over and over again. She couldn't believe it. An unknown shabiki was coming to her concert. That day, she had nothing in mind but the note. Nightfall came. As she lay in bed, she still couldn't stop thinking about the note. Even as she closed her eyes, it was all that she could think of. That night, she kept twisting and turning. She kept thinking who was the anonymous fan. She kept thinking of a person who has a name that starts with a letter M. Suddenly, she stopped at the thought of her childhood idol Michael Jackson. "Could it be? Nah..." she thought to herself. "I'll just find out tomorrow at my concert" she alisema as she closed her eyes and dozed off to sleep. The inayofuata morning, Essie was awaken kwa a bunch of cars parked at the porch of her hotel. Dozens of people were rushing inside the hotel including the paparazzi. The make-up artists came rushing in with a beautiful dress. She hurried to her room and closed the door. "Why are wewe hear?" asked Essie wiping her eyes. "Don't wewe remember? It's your tamasha today" the make-up artist said. "Yes I know but why are wewe here?" Essie alisema with a yawn. "You will be doing your make-up here since the paparazzi almost crashed the salon studio" the make-up artist alisema with her hands on her hips. "Fine" Essie said. "Go take a bath and I'll wait for wewe here" the make-up artist alisema handing Essie a towel. Essie hurriedly went to the bathroom and took a bath. After her bath, the make-up artist handed her the dress she was going to wear. Essie needed some help putting on her dress and the make-up artist started running around to find the things she needed. After putting on her dress, Essie went in front of the mirror and the make-up artist fixed her face. "There you're done. We'll fix your hair backstage" the make-up artist said. "Sure" Essie alisema opening the door but her make-up artist stopped her. "I'll call security first. The paparazzi is going to mob you". "Okay" Essie said. The security came and soon they were in the limo gasping for air. Suddenly, Essie remembered the note and she was eager to find who the anonymous shabiki was. They arrived backstage and Essie went to fix her hair. After she was done, she peeked from the curtain and saw her long-time friend Mark. "Oh my gosh. He must be my anonymous fan" Essie alisema so excited. But she noticed that he was wearing security guard clothes. "Why's her wearing those? Well, never mind" Essie shrugged. The onyesha began as the spotlight began to struck Essie. She different tracks from her album. She made a revision of the King Of Pop's song "SHE'S OUT OF MY LIFE" and changed it to "HE'S OUT OF MY LIFE". So the lyrics go like this:

He's out of my life
He's out of my life
And I don't know whether to laugh au cry
I don't know whether to live au die
And it cuts like a knife
He's out of my life

It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
To think for two years he was here
And I took him for granted I was so cavalier
Now the way that it stands
He's out of my hands

So I've learned that love's not possession
And I've learned that upendo won't wait
Now I've learned that upendo needs expression
But I learned too late...

He's Out Of My Life
HE's Out Of My Life
Damned Indecision And Cursed Pride
Kept My upendo For Him Locked Deep Inside
And It Cuts Like A Knife
He's Out Of My (chokes up) Life...

But she never thought that her childhood idol Michael Jackson was there. Watching her with a big smile on his face. He was really the one that sent her the flowers. He was the anonymous fan. After the show, the mashabiki gathered backstage to get an autograph au picha of Essie. After all of the commotion, Essie was exhausted but a person tapped her shoulder. "Yes?" Essie alisema panting. "Hi kiddo" the person said. "Could it be?" Essie thought and turned around. She squealed with delight when she saw her best friend Mark standing in front of her. She wrapped her arms around her best friend as tears began to fill her eyes. When she let go, she talked to her best friend. "Thank wewe so much for the flowers" Essie alisema with a big smile on her face. "Flowers? I didn't send wewe any flowers" Mark alisema confused. "Oh sorry" Essie said. "It's okay. Maybe he can help you" Mark said. "He who?" Essie asked confused. "Him" Mark alisema giving way for the man to make his way. Essie almost fainted when she saw her childhood idol Michael Jackson standing in front of her. "Oh my God!!!" Essie screamed. "Hi" Michael said. "Hello Mr. Jackson" Essie alisema shivering. "You were fabulous" Michael said. "Thank wewe Mr. Jackson. I hope wewe like my rendition of your song" Essie said. "Like it? I upendo it! and just call me Michael" Michael said. "Thank wewe Mr... I mean Michael" Essie alisema with a big smile. "I'd be happy to be working with wewe someday but first... why don't we grab some dinner?" Michael said. "S-sure Michael" Essie alisema wanting to faint. "Great. My treat" Michael said. At that moment, Essie felt like a shabiki and not a personality. They both headed back to Essie's limo and went to dinner.

(To Be Continued...)