Michael Jackson

The director walks away after explaining the next shot, leaving you and Michael alone for a moment while the crew adjusts the lights. You glance down at the script and then back at him. “Wait… for this part, where am I supposed to kiss you?” Michael looks up, a playful smile instantly appearing on his face. He tilts his head, pretending to think about it. “Hmm…” His grin widens. “Where do you want to kiss me?” He tries—and fails—to hide a laugh as he waits for your reaction.