Michael Jackson. That was the opinion of many people who had ever seen Fabio Jackson at least once. However, over time, he himself didn't feel at all amused by this turn of events. Since childhood, he has been bullied by classmates very often and has always remained aloof as an outcast. No one appreciated his talents, his personality, constantly comparing him to someone else. Of course, it affected his self-esteem and mental health. It was already impossible to get rid of the phantom presence of the King of Pop in his own life.

Every time Tik Toker looked in the mirror, he saw a familiar but beautiful face over and over again. It was necessary to please the audience, followers, family, anyone but yourself. Fabio just accepted it and got used to this kind of life. That he will always be misunderstood, humiliated, insulted, singled out from the crowd of all Michael Jackson imitators and severely condemned for everything he does, at best the second. He'll never be himself. The real Fabio Jackson. Everyone is constantly waiting for a spectacle, vivid emotions and excellent dancing from him. But even that doesn't help Fabio feel better. It's a heavy burden that he has to carry every time until the end of his days.

And now Michael-. No, Fabio Jackson is back in his streaming studio. The Star Wars-style walls and the pleasant strong lighting were supposed to be soothing, but Fabio was only annoyed. He's been seeing the same thing for over a decade now. Now he is back in conflict with contradictions and misunderstandings. To use the content again. Explaining something again. This is moral torture.

Taking a comfortable position and placing the phone in front of himself, he prepared to make his speech, but the words didn't come out of his mouth at all. He constantly signed up and forgot the words, sometimes he was silent for too long. The fifth take was unsuccessful again. Jackson or not was deep in thought. But suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by tears streaming down his eyes? Fabio almost never cried. At least he tried to hide it carefully, allowing his emotions to come out only when he was alone with himself. He has to be strong, he has to deal with it. It's his responsibility and his curse at the same time. After all, haters on the Internet hate just like that...

Long fingers clutched at his black hair with indignation. It was as if the image of Michael Jackson was an eternally glued mask, an example of the fact that perhaps, at least for a split second, they would stop hating him. But that only made it worse. He wanted to peel off his skin, just to avoid feeling guilt and deep pain over and over again. He's had panic attacks before and more than once. This is a clear problem. But what to do when the audience demands something for which it then condemns itself? A vicious circle of contradictions.

He needs to redo his makeup again. Sighing heavily, Fabio got up from the streaming chair and walked to the exit of the room. The short walk was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door. His heart began to beat faster and he slowly approached the source of the sound, listening.

It's me, dad! Fabio bit his tongue hard, realizing that his princess definitely shouldn't see him in this state. He was thinking. Dad, answer me!

Jackson was silent, thinking. I can't let you in yet, honey. I have to work.

Of course he lying. But his morale would have had a bad effect on his daughter's mood, and that was the last thing Fabio wanted in the world.