'ughh, who's screaming my name?'
Michael thought as his eyes slowly opened, his vision was blurry, like the fuzziness you feel waking up on a Monday morning to go to school and just can't help but want to close your eyes. It took a good minute for his eyes to clear up and when he did he froze.
he was bewildered and scared because all he was hearing was screams, like aliens were invading or something
Fortunately it wasn't the kind you'd normally hear out of fear
but those like of pure, god-like worship and adoration
Hundreds, no tens of thousands of voices crashed into him like a tidal wave, their voices so loud it was shaking the air, their voices carried on for kilometers, like they wanted the whole city awake with them, they even shook the ground and you know how crazy that is? It was like a man-made earthquake, the ground was literally trembling. If you didn't know this concert was going on you'd be getting alarms about an earthquake, even the stage beneath his feet wasn't spared.
"MICHAEL!! MICHAEL!! MICHAEL!!"
Blinding white lights exploded across his vision, he felt very warm just based off the heats the stage lights were limiting
The stage pulsed with every shot of the crowd, like it was alive, it was crazy, the energy was so high at this very moment it was electric
His heart was beating abnormally fast of pure adrenaline, it wanted to sync with the roar of thousands
He could feel it, they were all looking at him with anticipation,
He was in literal control! That power seemed addictive
Every breath he took, they waited
Every movement, they followed
Michael-no
someone else lifted a single white gloved hand, a glove covered in diamonds that shone so bright he had to squint
The moment it was raised the world seemed to erupt
The screams became so deafening,
His ears were buzzing like they could rupture at any given moment, shit he might need hearing aids after this
The man stepped forward
A pause
Then the music dropped, his body was moving before he could even figure out what he was doing
His moves were so sharp and precise the crowd couldn't get enough
If you saw the moves you'd think 'that's so damn iconic'
He did a little spin, snapped a bit, kicked out his foot, and thrust out while his hand was on his crotch, and then the impossible
A move that just seemed so illogical, he did
His feet slid backward across the stage, the crowd was mesmerized, thinking 'how'd he do that? Does he not follow gravity?' or can he just do anything?
The crowd seemed to think of a name for it at the same exact time 'The moon walk" they didn't know where the name came from it just did
It was smooth
Then the crowd lost their minds, he even saw some faint, and ambulances in the back with personal carrying people on a stretcher
"AHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
…
Michaels eyes snapped open 'what the fuck?!' he cursed
Silence followed, his room was dim with some sunlight peeking through the curtains
It was the same familiar ceiling he saw every morning when he awoke and the last thing he saw before he slept
His chest was heaving violently, like he just smoked Usain bolt in a race, cold sweat was clinging to his skin, his white shirt was even see through with an unbearable smell that came from his armpits, it was cold and real, nothing like the burning heat of stage lights.
"What the fuck was that dream?"
He said, his voice deep and hoarse, the kind he used every time he was on call with his girlfriend to sound masculine
He blinked a few times processing the fact he was laying down then he shot up from his bed, his heart was pounding like it was really going to thump free from his chest like a certain character when the drums of liberation sounded
He looked left, a musty poster of batman, then right where his tv and door were
It was the same familiar small room
Not a stage
Not Wembley stadium packed to the limit
He froze then frowned, wondering where the fact the name "Wembley" came from
"Wembley?" wait Why did he know that name?, no he didn't and he shouldn't, that name was alien
There were no screaming fans, no lights, and the trembling stage he felt beneath his feet before
It was just dead silence
Michael gripped his curls tightly, breathing hard and deep in thought
'That felt way to real' too real, not like a dream
Dreams pull you along without thought, you don't have conscious of it
But this didn't, he had full consciousness, he felt it deeply
The echoes of the crowd still rang in his ear, he could still feel the sensation of his ears buzzing and ringing
And especially the weight of that white dazzling diamond glove, it held way too much power, like c'mon, thousands of people growing crazy over a raised hand??
The rhythm and choreography of movements he's never learned
The feeling of standing at the very top of the world, like those people on the red line, you know the kind you could do whatever?
His fingers were twitching itching to try some moves
He instinctively stood up thinking no way i could do that'
And well what do you know, without thinking he stepped back and his body moved on its own
One foot planted and the other sliding backwards doing that same and iconic move effortlessly, the 'moonwalk' and it was pretty clean too, well it is my move
Michael froze, his eyes widening in horror wondering why he knows this stuff and saying "my" like it's natural, it does feel natural but you know?
"..I.."
He looked down at his feet like they didn't belong to him
"Holy shit I just did that" no practice or anything, no hesitation
Like he's done it a million times
A chill ran down his spine, and he got goosebumps all over, then he felt like someone was playing polo with his head with a "BANG" "BANG" his ears were buzzing so immensely with memories not his, well maybe his, flooded in fragments, it wasn't wrong to feel like the monkey in front of fang yuan and instead of eating his brain he just stuffed shit into it
4 decades worth of performances, filled with fame and greatness
A spotlight he's been in since the age of 5, he had no childhood just performances, it was sad but made him a king
A voice that drove people mad sang notes he had never learned
Yet he just knew
Michael staggered back dizzy, moving his hands around trying to gain onto some type of support before grabbing onto the edge of his desk
'Who am I?, where am I?, and was I really THAT MICHEAL JACKSON?"
In a daze he slowly lifted his gaze and stared at the TV screen
The dim reflection stared back at 'him' Michael Jackson a lightskin kid with curly hair draped down his face coming down to his eyes, he was pretty tall standing 190cm or 6'2, he had a sharp jaw and emerald eyes that countless girls fell for, pierced earrings and thick eyebrows, pretty damn handsome, But not the God 'Michael Jackson' he saw from the memories that were stuffed into him
He wasn't a God, The king of Pop, or the most famous person with 4.8 billion fans from a place called earth which sounded strange to him as this was Blue Star but whatever parallel words and stuff am I right? Common novel trope
He was just a regular ol 17 year old Michael Jackson, handsome but pretty ordinary to say the least
But deep inside he resonated with the name echoed into his head, a name carried by screams and triumph, a name worshipped by billions upon billions of people, a name that didn't and shouldn't belong to this world
But somehow was the same name as his and belonged solely to him
"..Michael Jackson"
The words left his mouth in a whisper, it was a pretty heavy and unfamiliar from the way he normally said his name but it sounded terrifyingly natural
Michaels eyes lit up then his lips curled up into a smile before having thoughts anyone would have at this moment if they read novels
"Holy shit I hit the jackpot, was that me from before?? Did I have my memories sealed after reincarnation and only awakened at certain times like those protagonists? But MANNNN I gotta say I was him"
"YOU SEE HOW THEY WENT CRAZY WHEN I JUST RAISED MY HAND?!!?!"
'Ha hA HA HAHAHA AHAHAH BAWAHAHAH, HOLY SHIT IM MICHEAL FUCKING JACKSON, A LITERAL GOD, IVE SOOOO HITJACKPOT"
Before he could even continue his maniac of a laugh the door slammed open
BANG!!
"Michael you stupid moron, what are you laughing crazily and screaming about?!" My younger sister screamed hysterically, her voice traveling before the door even swung open fully
"HOLY SHIT" I screamed before whipping my head back to look at my sister Maria dressed in hello kitty pajamas and a capybara shirt it was pretty cute couldn't say the same about her face although
"Fuck that scared the shit out of me, hey can't you knock properly?! Why do you always just slam my door open, KNOCK FOR GODS SKAKE!!, act like a proper lady or just open the door gently" I yelled while gripping my pounding heart, if i was brook id definitely say "My Heart just stopped, but it stopped a long time ago YOHOHOHOHO"
"Yeah no, anyways mom told me to come down to eat so get done whatever your laughing about" she said while thinking 'what's wrong with this crazy bastard, its 7:34 and he's laughing like a idiot'
"MARIAAA, you interrupted me just for that!?! I WAS HAVING A MOMENT OKAY!!?"I cursed under her unserious face like she really didn't care
I sighed heavily while replying to her "I'll be right there BUT seriously you need to learn how to knock"