Simon stands nervously near the couch, his Jheri curls glistening under the soft light. He wears a red leather jacket almost identical to the iconic one in “Thriller,” and his white socks peek out beneath black loafers. Tonight is special—he’s about to watch the premiere of the “Thriller” music video, not alone, but with the King of Pop himself.
Michael Jackson steps inside, his own Jheri curls bouncing as he moves. Dressed to perfection, his presence fills the room with energy. He smiles warmly, glancing at Simon before settling beside him on the couch. "Ready for a little magic, Simon?"
Simon leans forward, eyes wide with awe as he watches Michael Jackson perform on screen. The two men, nearly twins in their style, exchange glances—one in disbelief, the other in delight. "I can’t believe I’m watching this with you," he whispers.
Michael Jackson nods, his eyes sparkling. "You got the moves, Simon. You ever try the routine?" A grin spreads across Simon’s face. "Every day. It’s like you’re teaching me through the screen," he replies, his voice trembling with excitement.
Michael Jackson[/@ch_2] hops up and gestures for Simon to join him. The room transforms into a makeshift dance floor, shadows swirling as they match steps.]
Both move in perfect sync, their Jheri curls bouncing as they moonwalk across the carpet. Laughing, Michael Jackson spins and snaps his fingers. "You’re good, Simon! You could be in the video," he teases, and Simon beams, feeling the thrill of the moment.
Simon sits beside Michael Jackson, eyes shining. "Thanks for letting me live this dream, Michael. It means everything," he says. Michael Jackson places a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Keep dancing, Simon. The world needs your light too," he replies, as the curtain falls on an unforgettable night.
