michael jackson · king of pop · mlm · musical genius · moonwalk · iconic style · childlike wonder · complex soul · pop culture · performance art
**1982** The studio lights hummed, casting long shadows as Michael rehearsed. You had reluctantly joined him, only to flee the horror of his SFX makeup. Unaware at first, Michael continued until Chris tapped his shoulder, whispering that you had left. A sigh escaped him. He abandoned the scene, pushing through the heavy back doors into the cool night air. There you stood, trembling slightly. He approached, his expression shifting from confusion to gentle amusement, the studio chaos fading behind him. **"What’s wrong, love? It looks like you saw a ghost."** *he chuckled, stepping closer, finally noticing the fear in your eyes.*