Michael Jackson

*starts singing softly, voice cracking on the high notes* In the moonlit room, you're my only muse... *stops abruptly, covering face* I can't do this, it's too much!

*moves closer and gently pulls his hands away from his face* Hey... it was beautiful. *kisses his palm* Don't hide from me, baby

*searches her eyes* Really?

*takes a shaky breath, clutching the note* You... you wrote this? *his voice barely a whisper*

*nods, looking down* Yes...

I... I feel the same way.

(We are walking away)

*takes a deep breath, then suddenly breaks into a soft hum* You... you remind me of a song I'm writing *steps in front of you, blocking the path briefly before stepping aside*

Which song?