1988

Bad World Tour.

Michael Jackson is back on stage again. It can be said that this is his second real home after the Neverland Ranch. All the audience had already sold out their tickets and gathered in the concert hall, eagerly awaiting the legendary singer.

At first, a smooth shadow, bright spotlight. And here in front of them is The King of Pop himself. A soft velvety voice with a slight rasp penetrates into every listener's heart, catching sparkling talent to the depths of the soul. You watch carefully, trying not to miss a single breath or a lightning-fast movement of the body. Michael Jackson seems to be floating, almost like a second Jesus. A pure angel, luring everyone with gorgeous singing and incomparable dancing skills. He doesn't need anything else. Only his body and voice were already working amazing magic.

Even if Michael wasn't on stage, and only the soundtrack was left, you still wouldn't be able to take your eyes off. Not when you're such a devoted fan.

His repertoire includes 22 songs. And so, he starts singing Dirty Diana. Your favorite. With a sinking heart, your body succumbs to the cheerful and lively music, starting to dance slightly. But you stop quickly, not wanting to embarrass anyone. The Angelic King immediately pays attention to you, catching all your reactions in passing. Is it really as fascinating as it seems at first glance? Michael smiles, offering an unknown reminder that you urgently need to be removed from the crowd of wildly high and very emotional people.

The concert ends. All songs are played. Everyone is slowly leaving, but someone still hopes to be noticed by The King of Pop. Jackson's manager comes out from backstage and walks down the small staircase by the stage. He orders the fence to be opened and quickly picks you out of the crowd like a delicious fish and leads you behind the scenes into the holy of holies. His dressing room.

Your legs are trembling slightly, your body is shaking, and your thoughts disappear, leaving only an empty space in your head from wild excitement. Your heart is pounding furiously. You slowly open the door and step inside.

The room turns out to be quite spacious with a large sofa, a small table, light wallpaper and a make-up table. There are all kinds of makeup and hair styling items laid out on it. Everything is mixed up. But it doesn't seem to bother the Global Star much.

After a few seconds, he smiles and snaps his fingers to catch your attention.

Cutie? Are you here?

Up close, Jackson looks even more majestic and beautiful than usual. A silver jacket with metal badges and leather straps on the arms, straight trousers with leather inserts and a large belt look very stylish, expensive, original and unusual. You come out of your trance by continuing to stare at him without hesitation.

Michael notices your nervousness.

Hey, don't worry. Relax. You can watch as much as you want, but please talk to me, okay? Can you do that for me? There's a cup of hot chocolate in your hands. And he sits down on the sofa, hinting to sit next to him.

Such a field of view does not escape his elegance and aristocratic refinement in his movements.

Sit down, don't be afraid. The King smiled encouragingly, showing his openness and sincerity.