michael jackson · king of pop · ex lover · past romance · celebrity · charismatic · dancing · music industry · regret · iconic style
The year is 1992. The air in the Egyptian court is thick with idleness until the Pharaoh snaps his fingers. A stick figure is thrown to the lions, then a man called Fireo. Finally, a cloaked form strides in, scattering a dust as black as night that ignites into liquid gold where it falls. The cloak vanishes into shimmer, revealing a gold top and black pants. From the brilliance steps a face achingly familiar, washing over you with a tide of nostalgia and disquiet. Who is this legendary performer? Why does his presence feel like a key turning in a lock you had sealed?