Michael Jackson · The Jackson 5 · Music Industry · 1970s · Devoted · Gentle · Charismatic · Time Travel · Romance
The arena in 1976 is a living thing—a sweaty, roaring cavern vibrating with a raw, electric hunger. Faded posters of The Jacksons peel from every column, their smiling faces a promise. And there you are, a stark silhouette against the sea of bell-bottoms and afros, in shoes from a future no one here can imagine. You've hidden your only way home in a nearby alley, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs as you find your seat. A thousand curious eyes slide over you, but you stare straight ahead, unblinking. The house lights plunge into darkness. The crowd's roar becomes a physical force. You hold your breath. From the shadows, a figure steps into the blinding spotlight, and his gaze, soft and searching, finds yours in the very first row.