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Summary: When Michaelâs new biopic comes out, you hold a family movie night when viewing it for the first time. Your children and grandchildren get to watch their cousin perfectly emulate their father/grandfather and his climb to superstardom, while you and Michael get to take a little walk down memory lane.
Contains: Fluff, Reader and Michael being reminded of their youth (retired pop legends), suggestive but not overly so, just sex/sexual acts being alluded to once or twice lol, takes place in the same universe as my series but can be read as a standalone oneshot as well.
Word Count: 3.5k
Song(s) of Choice: None (but multiple mentioned in passing)
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These days it wasnât very often that your whole family was together at the ranch like this, typically you only gathered this way for Christmas, Easter, or the occasional summer during which your grandchildren were out of school. In short? You gathered at Neverland Ranch for family affairs, special occasions, and this one served to be the most special of all. Your husbandâthe famed King of Popâhad a cinematic film made about his life and career, and it was set to premiere at the Uber Eats Music Hall in Berlin. Michael and you had already opted to not attend the premiere itself in a humble consideration of not taking the spotlight off of his nephew on his big day, as such he was kindly sent a copy of the completed film by the producers. Now, you and your big family were seated in Neverlandâs theatre room ready to watch it on premiere day.
You and Michael, naturally, were seated beside each other while the rest of your family were spread around you; but still close by.
âDoes everybody have what they need?â he asked, looking around at everyone. âBecause Iâm telling yâall now, nobodyâs getting up once this movie starts playing.â
Choruses of varying volume sounded out all around you both as affirmation was given in response to Michaelâs question. Everyone had their snacks, their blankets, and toilets around the home had been used before entering the room. You securely held a big bucket of popcorn between you two while you nuzzled into his side, and he kept his arm around you while his other hand picked up the remote.
With that your husband of over forty years hit play, and you were greeted by the sound of the live version of âWanna Be Starting Somethingâ playing. Eventually the film started with Michael rearing to go on stage during his 1988 bad tour. From there it went back in time to the winter of 1966 Gary, where you see a child version of Michael dreamily looking out at children playing in the snow from his living room window.
âThe little boy playing you is adorable,â you hushly squealed in his ear. âJust looking at him reminds me of you at that age.â
Michael chuckled, âHis name is Juliano,â he whispered back, taking some popcorn in his hand and eating it. âI met everyone when filming started.â
âOh?â you gasped, âI can only imagine what meeting you mustâve felt like.â
He remembered clearly how excited the boy had gotten upon laying eyes on Michael when he first entered the set. Excitement thatâd eventually devolved itself into tears of joy as he professed to Michael being his idol. It was a confession that heâd heard for Lord knows how many times by now in his life, far too many to count. But it was always, without fail, the most heartwarming coming from a child who still had their whole life ahead of him. Heâd been that child himself once, when watching James Brown in black and white on his familyâs colorless television while growing up in Gary.
Being that same inspiration for the children of future generations had been greater than any award, title, or accolade he couldâve ever been given. If asked, it was his greatest achievement. Not just in his career, but in life. It was what made every late night and hardship worth it.
In the film, Michael and his brothers were rehearsing in the living room just as they used to do before their come up. They even accurately portrayed how nervous and avoidant with his eyes Michael would be when Joseph sat on the couch dissecting their routine.
Joseph kept demanding little Michael look at him and he wouldnât, and naturally one of your younger grandchildren questioned it. âWhy wonât you look at him, Grandpa?â
Without hesitating, he answered: âBecause my daddy scared me, sweet pea.â
âWhy?â
âYouâll see,â Michael answered before stuffing more popcorn into his mouth.
And they all did during the scene where little Michael asserted they didnât need to rehearse more, after Joseph ordered them to when returning home late from a show; because they already âdid goodâ and he wanted to go to bed. When he started getting whipped on screen a couple of your kids glanced at their father to see his reaction. While Joseph had mellowed out by the time theyâd come around and behaved a lot calmer compared to when he raised his own kids, theyâd heard stories from Michael growing up about how heavy handed of a disciplinarian their grandfather had been. It made them feel all the more fortunate that their own father had been so gentle and patient with them as kids.
Michael didnât move a muscle, he focused on the screen as he watched a child version of himself scream and cry while being struck. Then sighed when he saw him curled up in the bathroom crying after while his mother tried to get him to unlock the door.
âThat wasnât nice!â another of the young ones exclaimed.
âThatâs right, thatâs why we never did it to you.â their dad, your oldest son, replied while pulling them close.
âAre you ok?â you asked him while the film bled into a montage of the Jackson 5 doing shows and contests all over Gary.
âYeah,â he sighed, rubbing your arm and pulling you closer. After knowing him as long as you have, you could tell he meant it. By now heâd long learned to let go of that pain, it was just a tad hard viewing it from an outside lense in film. Thankfully, it hadnât depicted the true intensity of what heâd gone through growing up.
After Suzanne de Passe introduced herself as a creative assistant from Motown Records to Joseph backstage, there was a jump to 1968; when the boys had gotten signed and began working on their debut album.
âYou know thatâs him singing this part?â Michael stated, during the âWhoâs Loving Youâ studio recording scene.
âReally?â your oldest child, your daughter, responded in surprise. âHe sounds just like you.â
âI thought that was you, Dad.â your youngest son stated.
âAll him,â Michael shook his head, âTalented boy,â
The film soon jumped to 1971, well after theyâd made their debut as the Jackson 5 and were doing shows and press all over the country. You grinned wide when youâd seen a familiar group of three girls, you and your sistersâ group, walking backstage on what you could only assume was the same place youâd met Michael in the first place: American Bandstand.
On screen, Michael had frozen in place with a short gasp and tensed up when heâd seen the girl playing younger you. You, your sisters, and manager were walking towards them all and you gave Michael a smile and friendly wave when passing him.
âHi,â
He quickly turned around and watched your retreating figure with his jaw slightly hanging. Suddenly remembering he could in fact speak heâd exclaimed a âhiâ back to you and waved excitedly with a grin when you turned around to look at him again. Giggling, youâd clutched onto the arm of your older sister as you turned back around.
Michael continued to watch you leave until Joseph forced him around and shoved his head hard to make him walk. âGetâcho ass on that stage, boy!â
âOh, how cute is that?â you gasped, âI canât believe they actually included that.â
âYouâre just as important to my story as anything else in my career, Tink. Of course they did.â he chuckled. Granted, he didnât like how it was in the form of such a historically inaccurate throwaway moment. Never mind the fact they got the year wrong. Alas, the film was more about him than your story together so he supposed he could let it be.
âBaby thatâs sweet,â you cooed, leaning up to press a firm kiss on his cheek. âI feel like the scene couldâve been more accurate though.â
âYou know I was just thinking that?â
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âItâs Jaafar!â one of your grandchildren exclaimed when he appeared on screen the first time. The year 1978, when Michael had began talks of working on tracks with Quincy for the Off the Wall album. You all marveled out loud at just how much he resembled Michael while in costume and makeup, especially when he began speaking. It mentally sucked you both back in time as you watched him begin to record in the booth, a time that was stillâŚsimple. A lot less claustrophobic, before all the pandemonium that succeeded Thriller.
âI can already tell heâs gonna be perfect,â you said, digging your hand in the popcorn bucket.
Michael hadnât answered you this time. Heâd already seen Jaafar practicing his dance moves, his mannerisms, his voice, all before filming even began. Heâd even spent a lot of quality time with Michael just listening to stories from his youth, and asking necessary questions about events from the past to help with his portrayal. Heâd known Michael personally as his uncle, but knowing him personally as the King of Pop was an entirely new avenue and he wanted to make sure he had it right enough for the film.
So far he wasnât disappointing, but you hadnât expected him to to begin with.
After watching the success of Off the Wall play out in a short montage, you and Michael laughed at a scene that played in his room after heâd first gotten Bubbles.
Bubbles stared at a copy of the new record that was laid out on the floor. âThatâs me, thatâs my new album.â Michael said, then Bubbles dug through one of his record crates and pulled out a copy of a very familiar one.
It was yours, the one youâd release in 1978âSurviveâto critical success. You were seated in a chair in a short, black sequined dress with white thigh high boots on. Your legs looked long with one crossed over the other. It made you both laugh because you remembered him really liking that cover.
âNow whyâd you dig that out of there?â Michael laughed at his new chimp friend before gently plucking it from his grasp and admiring it. He turned it back around for Bubbles to see.
âYou think her legs look foxy too, donât you?â Bubbles tilted his head innocently, before lightly patting the vinyl album while making little sounds.
Hearing the question made everyone else join in on the laughter before Michael continued on screen. âWell get that outta your head, alright?â he harmlessly scolded while putting the album away.
âSheâs your new mother now, so you should think better of her than that.â He opened his arms for Bubbles to jump into his lap, when he did he pulled his favorite childrenâs book from off his comforter to show him instead.
âI miss Bubbles,â you said to Michael with a sigh. That chimp, truly, had been your little baby until your first actual baby arrived in 1990. Then you had to move Bubbles into a sanctuary once he inevitably got too big to keep at home.
âMe too,â Michael whispered back, kissing your head. âWe can go down to Florida to visit him sometime.â
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Michael had stormed out of the house after just being told by Joseph that he would be releasing a new album with his brothers, and embarking on a tour to promote it. Despite him having just released his own work.
âLetâs go,â he said to Bill once he reached the car.
He could see how upset Michael was, and he knew him well enough to know heâd tell him what was wrong on his own time. So instead he asked a simple question:
âWhere do you wanna go?â He asked while opening the door for him.
âYou know whereâŚâ was all he replied with.
He had in fact known exactly where âwhereâ was, evident as they pulled up near the mailbox of exactly where he needed to go; your home. Michael had thrown the door open and jumped out of the car to jog over to a big tree that was in your yard. He hadnât even bothered to shut the door, Bill ended up doing it for him as he climbed the tree to reach the first story roofing beneath your bedroom window.
âWhy are you breaking into the house?â one of your grandchildren asked curiously, causing some of you to laugh.
âIâm not breaking in,â Michael said between chuckles. âThatâs the house your grandmother was living in with your GG Olivia, this was how I used to come and see her.â
You couldnât even count the amount of times you remembered hearing Michaelâs soft knocking at your window, both before and after youâd started dating. During the times he needed a friend, and any time he wanted to spend âpersonalâ time with you without worrying about his family barging in. By then itâd just been you living at home with your mother, and she typically didnât bother you when you were in your room with the door shut.
It had been his sanctuary for a time, and you enjoyed how the film depicted as much.
âMichael?â the actress playing adult you said when she opened up the window to let him inside. âYou normally call first, what are you doing here?â
âI needed to talk to you,â he said, his feet thudding against the floor when he dropped down into your room. He briskly paced the floor as you closed your window, and ran a hand down his face.
âAbout what? Whatâs wrong?â
âIs your mother here?â he asked abruptly, stopping in his tracks and giving you his full attention.
âSheâNoâŚshe stepped out almost an hour ago,â you replied, beginning to grow concerned. âIs this about my mother?â
ââŚNo,â Michael sighed, he dragged himself to your bed and sat down. âNo, itâs not about herâŚI just wanted to know if it was just us right now.â
On screen, you slowly moved away from the window to sit next to Michael on your bed. âDid something happen?â you asked, and he confirmed immediately with a nod of his head.
âYou know who happened,â he confirmed, and your response was a deep sigh.
You watched him explain to, well, you that Joseph had gone behind his back to green light another Jacksonâs album and tour. Despite him having wanted to embark on a solo tour for his own album.
âI had it all planned out,â he sighed, âAll of itâŚbut Joseph keeps exploiting me. He keeps doing things to keep me from pulling away from my brothers. Itâs not fair.â He turned his head to look at you after he was done venting.
âI figured if anyone was gonna know where Iâm coming fromâŚitâs you.â he confessed as you affectionately rubbed his back.
You did know where he was coming from, going off memory. When youâd originally released Survive you naturally couldnât do a solo tour because you were still an active member of your family group. Youâd released a group album around the same time and had to do a tour for that instead, not that you had complained at the time. You really hadnât felt ready to venture off on your own in that way yet, youâd only been eighteen at the time.
Michael had been different, heâd achieved a level of artistic freedom for himself that he hadnât felt since he left Motown. He had wanted it to grow, to flourish and develop as he continued to mold his craft in any way that had allowed. But his father had stamped all of it out by pulling him back into the group, akin to a pile of crabs in a bucket. As far as his father had been concerned: anything any of them did, they did as a family. Creativity be damned, personal wants be damned.
That was unfair to someone who had so much more to give than that like Michael did.
âHe ruins everything, and he clearly does it on purpose.â he huffed, âI need my freedom.â
âWhen my sisters decided they needed their own space, they just moved out.â you explained with a shrug. âMaybe you can do that too?â
Michael chuckled, âIâm not ready for that, Tink.â He leaned up off his legs and rested his hands behind him on the bed. âItâs not that easy.â
âMost things in life arenât, butâŚwe can also overcome all of that for things we want badly enough.â you countered, and Michael just stared at you.
âGirl you were not that deep at that age.â Real Michael said to you.
âSshhhh, Michael! Youâre ruining the scene!â you hissed hushly, to which Michael laughed into his fist. Youâd really gotten into it.
ââŚI do want it badlyâŚI wanna do my own thing, but I also love my family.â Michael sighed, looking down. âSo then what do I do?â
âMichaelâŚyou have a very special gift and you always have.â you told him, moving closer and resting a hand on his cheek to turn his head towards you.
âNobody, not your father, not your family, can take that from you. Itâs yours to share with the world if and when youâre ready, however you well please.â You, oh so gently, brushed your thumb across his cheek as you gave each other full eye contact. âSo what are you gonna do?â
He hadnât responded, he soaked in the words of affirmation youâd given him and stared into your eyes like youâd hung the stars by hand. Instead of answering with words, he slowly leaned in until his lips met yours in a gentle kiss. You kissed him back immediately and your lips moved together in a steady rhythm, their own dance. It slowly picked up intensity as he lied you down on your bed and climbed on top of you. You clutched onto his flannel covered shoulders for security as you were now steamily making out on your bed, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist
âThis is so weird to watch, knowing itâs supposed to be you guys.â your youngest daughter said, resting a hand over her eyes. Some of the others agreed while Michael just shook his head.
âHow do you think yâall got here?â
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On screen, Bill watched the front door to your old Calabases home open and Michael step out with a glow that replaced the dark cloud hung over his head earlier. Before he fully exited the threshold of your house, you grabbed his chin to pull him into a final searing kiss.
He chuckled and tipped the hat on his head low to give you both some semblance of privacy while he waited for Michael to come back to the car.
You both eventually pulled away from each other with an audible lip smack, and began to grin like fools as Michael rocked back and forth on his heels.
You were silent for a few beats, then Michael cleared his throat before speaking. âUmâŚthank you, I really needed thatât-the talk that is.â he shyly sputtered, rubbing the nape of his neck.
âJust the talk?â you giggled, and he bit his lip.
âWell, everythingâŚâ He shrugged. With a final peck to your lips, he had promised to call you later before telling you goodbye and walking down your pathway as you shut the door.
Bill tipped his hat back up and noticed a newfound spring in his step as he approached the car, a toothy grin on his face while he did it. It made him cross his arms with a knowing look.
Michael noticed and slowed to a stop in front of Bill. âWhat?â he laughed.
âNothing,â Bill casually shrugged, âItâs justâŚI remember on the way here you said youâd only be 30 minutes, then youâd be right out.â
There was a hint of Michaelâs eyes widening as he stuck his hands in his pockets. He licked his lips before responding. âI guess I lost track of time,â he dismissed.
âLost track of time,â he repeated before casually checking the watch on his wrist. âSo, you donât have an explanation for how 30 minutes of talking turned into almost an hour and a half?â
Michaelâs shoulders stiffly raised up as high as he could get them as he avoided Billâs gaze. He bit his lip, to stop his smile from growing, before bashful swaying his body from side to side.
Even the smallest of mannerisms she remembered Michael embodying, Jaafar replicated on screen as if it came just as naturally to him.
âNope,â was what he shyly answered with.
While you and Michael had gotten to know each other physically during your time as boyfriend and girlfriend, you hadnât had actual intercourse until you wed in â84. Considering the, admittedly, small inconsistencies that could be found in the film thus far who knew what they were implying happened in that house.
The two stared at each other for a few seconds, then Bill pulled Michael into a playful headlock while said man shrieked and laughed in amusement. He guided Michael towards the back passenger door and opened it for him before tussling his fro a little.
âGet in the car, Casanova.â
Like clockwork, one of your grandchildren had another question. âBut what were you doing in there?â
Michaelâs answer was very him, âProbably playing twister, I donât remember.â All you could do was laugh in response.
ââââ ⥠Lord knows I wasnât trying to write this much, I got lost in the sauce of dialogue and nearly couldnât find a point to stop. I could probably write 10k words worth of this, but I think what I have is enough for what I was setting out to do. I havenât seen anybody write something with this concept (or maybe Iâm just slow and didnât look hard enough), but maybe thisâll get the ball rolling. đ Thanks much for reading! âĽď¸
Summary: You and your sisters are the opening act for the Jackson 5âs short European tour, afterwards you and Michael spend time with each other any way you can while you climb in the music industry.
Contains: Sisters being sisters, the girls working on self promotion, Michael and Reader being attached at the hip, more fluff, maintaining long distance friendship.
Word Count: 4k
Song(s) of choice: Clean Up Woman â Betty Wright
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1972; Amsterdam, Netherlands
The tour had begun for the Jackson 5 by the time October 30th of 1972 rolled around, only a few months after you all appeared on American Bandstand. They had three special events to play for the first three days of their short stint, and you and your sisters wouldnât actually be joining them until November 2nd; you flew into Amsterdam, Netherlands during the evening of the previous day in preparation for your first show as an opening act.
On the morning of the concert, you woke up to see the white walls of your hotel room. The bit of sun that poked through the cloudy winter sky outside was shining through the curtains, and you could just faintly hear the sound of singing birds. The sheets rustled as you slowly sat yourself up and rubbed the remnants of sleep from your eyes, and with a small yawn you rested your elbow onto your leg in order to lay your head in your hand.
At first your thoughts were blank, your mind still swimming to catch up with the fact youâd awaken, before memory of the last time youâd seen Michael clicked in your head. Just as he'd told you that spending those hours together was the first time in a long while he truly felt normal, you could very much say the same. In a line of work filled with adults, grueling hours, and no play, any sort of freedom felt like a treasure.
A hint of a smile creeped onto your face at the thought as you stared at the wall in front of you. You giggled under your breath, it was a bit comical that that was your first thought upon waking. Maybe because you knew youâd finally be seeing him again.
"What are you all smiley about?" You heard your sister Tamera question. Sure enough, when you turned your head to the right you could see her sitting up in the hotel bed with Jessica laying right beside her. "Excited about today?"
You nodded, "Yeah, kind of."
Tamera smiled brightly at you. "Well that's great, so am I." She leaned further forward to get a good glimpse of the alarm clock that sat on the nightstand between them. "It's almost 8:50, we're up about ten minutes early." She knocked Jessica on the head with her hand, not hard enough to hurt but enough to gain her attention.
"Hey!" Jessica flinched awake, quickly pushing herself up onto her elbows. She glared at Tamera with heavy eyelids. "What??"
"Chicken butt," Tamera said with a roll of her eyes. "Turn the alarm off, ya duck. You're closer to it than I am."
With a sigh, Jessica lazily reached over to switch it off with a press of a button. She sat completely up and began to rub her eyes. "I only did it cause I wanted to."
"Sure you did." Tamera said after throwing the covers off herself. As she got up, you turned towards Olivia to wake her.
"Momma..." you said as you shook her shoulder.
"Hm...?" The woman turned over to look at her youngest. "What? What did you wake me for...?" she groggily asked. Then, before you could answer her, she quickly shot up into a sitting position with bulging eyes. "Did the alarm go off?!"
"Noâ"
"We over slept?!" she exclaimed in horror. "What time is it?! Tamera, didn't I tell you to make sure that damn alarm was set?!"
"I did set it!" Tamera defensively exclaimed from the bathroom. "It's almost nine in the morning, Momma!"
Olivia leaned over you to turn the clock towards her, and saw that Tamera was telling the truth. It was ten to nine. Breathing a sigh of relief, she swatted your arm. "You nearly gave me a heart attack! Why didn't you tell me what time it was?!"
"I was gonna, but you started to yell." you said it as if it were the simplest thing. Jessica attempted to stifle a laugh, only to snort in the process, which garnered a glare from Olivia.
"Just get up and start getting ready." she told you both before getting up, the two of you following suit.
"Can we go spend time with the Jackson boys before the concert tonight?" You asked while digging in your suitcase for clothes to wear.
"Y/N, no." Olivia sighed while shaking her head. You frowned, "Pouting isn't going to make me change my mind either, that's not going to work this time." She threw you a warning glare. "Fix your face."
You huffed, plopping down onto the floor. "The concert doesnât start until nighttime...thatâs so long away..."
"Well I don't care, this isn't up for discussion." Olivia stated while pointing a finger at you. "We don't have time for all that, we have press we need to do first." She rummaged through her own bags for a change of clothes. "Thatâs only ten hours away at most, youâre not gonna croak.â
When she looked at you again and saw the sour look on your face sighed. "Y/N," she started, a warning tone. "Did you not just hear what I said to you? I don't care if you want to see your little friend, we canât be late just because you decided you wanted to make a stop. You girls have your own work to do."
"It wouldâve only been for a second." you whined.
"We donât even know if theyâre in the city yet, are you going to go out and hunt for them?" she asked, to which you gave no answer. "Exactly, that's what I thought, now stop it...if I let you order whatever you want for breakfast will you feel better?" You slowly nodded your head. "Get the menu off the nightstand and pick what you want." With a newfound joy, you hopped off of the floor and did just that.
"I wanna pick something too!" Jessica stated.
"I don't care, now get dressed!" Olivia snapped, "You're getting whatever I pick for you, I don't want to hear it!"
You glanced at Olivia to see she now had her back turned, then quickly stuck your tongue out at Jessica while you flipped open the menu. "Nah-nah," you hushly teased.
"Nah-nah right back at you!" Jessica exclaimed under her breath, while still loud enough for the you to hear.
Though, also, loud enough for your mother to apparently hear as well. "Either stop or neither of you eat until lunch!" Hearing this made you turn away from each other immediately and resume your previous tasks.
Following your morning routines and eating, the four of you were now prepared to leave by 10:30am.
"Let's hustle," Olivia said as she pressed her hands firmly on your and Jessica's backs, prompting you to move quicker. "Remember what I said about being on time?"
"If we're on time we're late." Jessica droned.
Olivia nodded, "That's right, itâs good to know you girls actually listen to me." Jessica and you took one, quick glance at one another before looking back at the awaiting vehicle before you.
Once inside the car, and the doors were locked, Jessica spoke. "So what's on the agenda today?"
âWe have a press conference at 11, then at 2 weâre scheduled for a television taping.â Olivia explained.
âWhat broadcast is it?â Tamera curiously asked.
âI donât know, some local Dutch show.â Olivia dismissed. âWe break for lunch around 3:30, then at 4:30âŚâ You slowly to tuned your mother out when the driver began to pull off. Instead, her voice became background noise while you stared up at the sky through the window. It was a pale grey and the sun couldnât clearly be seen anywhere, a far cry from how it usually looked in the states.
In between when you had your debut on American Bandstand to now, you and your sisters had released your debut album âIntroducing The Musesâ. It peaked at number 4 on Billboard top LPs and Tapes and number one the Soul LPs chart; so far its sales were around six-hundred thousand copies and counting. This was monumental to you considering it was your first album.
Your singles were in regular rotation on the radio and studios were clambering to get you onto their programs. Tabloids even began referring to you girls as the âBaby Supremesâ, something the label (Berry Gordy in particular) were sure to capitalize on. There were also parallels being created between the three of you and the Jackson brothers in tandem to that, the two kid acts under Motown âtaking the world by stormâ. It seemed as though these shows youâd be doing for the next several days were happening at just the perfect time, in combination with the press youâd been gaining it felt like a full circle moment.
What did your mother call itânetworking? You hadnât understood what that meant at the time, frankly you still didnât quite get it (you were a child after all). Whatever it was, it was clearly something great if this was where it had got you.
âY/N!â Your head whipped away from the window in Oliviaâs direction in the front passenger seat, you hadnât even noticed the car stopped. âWeâre here, get out.â she said before exiting the vehicle herself.
Without a word you unbuckled your seatbelt and let yourself out, knowing you had a long day ahead of you. Really, a long week. This was only the start of your media junket.
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And a long day it had been. You were silent for most of the press conference unless asked a direct question, or one mostly in relation to you. The crowd wasnât anything larger than what youâd been made to feel used to, but the amount of reporters eager to photograph and ask questions to the foreign music group stopping in their city had feltâŚthe least bit intimidating. Mostly because you had no idea of how to answer some of the things they were asking (âWhat is it like to perform to crowds in America?â âWhat type of audience do you expect to cultivate here in Amsterdam?â etc.).
The âlocal Dutch showâ youâd taped for was actually called TopPop, and you had to take a short detour to the neighboring city of Hilversum to reach the broadcast studio. Apparently it was the only regular, dedicated, pop show that the Netherlands had, thus the perfect place for your sisters and you to perform and show off your distinct personalities. Especially since Ad Visser, a lanky man with shaggy hair and big aviator eyeglasses, regularly hosted foreign guests who were touring through Amsterdam as a part of the showâs programming.
You had to lip sync your televised performance, which hadnât made a whole lot of sense to you in the moment, but you ultimately chalked it up to a culture difference.
After lunch you all had driven back into Amsterdam and performed brief shows at other local places until around 5:30pm.
Now it was 6, and you were at Concertgebouw getting prepared. Youâd seen Michael and his brothers standing off in the distance backstage, but before you could say anything or walk in their direction Olivia guided you away towards you and the girlsâ dressing room. Which came as no surprise to you. You figured all your mother would probably tell you was that youâd have time after the concert was over to speak. You all would be on about half an hour after your soundcheck was finished.
You three were done getting ready in your matching stage outfits and stage makeup a little after 6:30pm, and had around 30 minutes until you began your vocal warm ups. While waiting patiently you encountered a group of eight men who were about to go on stage themselves. Apparently they were a West London band who called themselves âOrange Rainbowâ, and they were a pre show act along with you all (who would be going on after you).
âHow come thereâs so many of you?â you asked them, after you all had introduced yourselves and struck up brief conversation.
The question made them all chuckle. âHow come thereâs so little of you?â Alan, the lead vocalist, countered.
You shrugged, âBecause we donât have enough sisters.â
This got a laugh out of them, âWell none of us have enough brothers so we formed a big group, see.â
After exchanging pleasantries and variations of âgood luckâ they left to begin their soundcheck and you three were left to your own devices.
At least, you wouldâve been if a mischievous boy hadnât snuck up on you. You practically leaped out of your skin and yelped when you heard a loud, sudden âboo!â in your ear and a pair of hands clamp down on your shoulders. The laughter started before you even turned around, and when you did you saw Michael hunched over and clutching his sides.
âI got you good!â he exclaimed, and this got chuckles out of your sisters before you huffed.
But, the sound of his laughter and the genuine look of joy on his face kept you from being too mad at the scare. âAlright, space cadet, it wasnât that funny.â
âYes it was,â he stated, his laughter dying down and leaning back up. âYouâre just saying that cause you got so spooked.â
âWhere are your brothers?â Jessica asked, seeing none of them were around but Michael.
âIn our dressing room,â he said, nodding his head in its direction. âWe donât hit the stage until nine, and we already did our soundcheck.â Theyâd started when you all arrived. âIf you guys wanted to go hang while you wait for your turn, you can.â
âNo, we wonât have to wait long.â Tamera said, shaking her head. âWe wanna go out as soon as theyâre done.â
âHe just wants us to leave so he can talk to Y/N.â Jessica teased, then the two older girls started laughing.
âSo? Iâve been waiting to see him all day!â you defensively exclaimed.
âYou have?â Michael asked.
âYeah,â Truly, you had no reason to feel embarrassed by that. You didnât even know what was so funny about Michael wanting alone time with you. âWe had so much fun last time we hung out, so I was real excited to see you today.â
That put a smile on his face. âI couldnât wait to see you too,â he chuckled. This caused your sisters to make mocking sounds of âawwâ that went ignored you both. âI donât think weâll have much time for messing around though, since this is supposed to be for work.â
And he was right, this wasnât like last time. The concert wouldnât be over until close to midnight, so there would be no time left for anything other than sleep at that point. Youâve obviously never toured before, so it left you wondering if it would be the same thing everyday or if thereâd be some sort of break in between.
âRightâŚâ you trailed.
He could pick up on the hint of disappointment in your voice. âWe still have time to talk though,â Michael said, lightly bumping your shoulder.
This visibly cheered you up. âWhat have you guys been doing all day?â
âWell, we only just flew in earlier this afternoon.â Michael confessed, âSo we havenât done much. We had to tape a performance for this game show and then we drove into Amsterdam to prepare for the concert.â
âA game show?â Peculiar, âWhatâs it called?â
âUhâŚâ he trailed, then shook his head with a laugh. âIâm not gonna try and pronounce that, I donât even remember. Itâs a real popular one though, apparently most households in the country watch it.â
You nodded your head, intrigued. âWe taped a show too, TopPop.â
âTopPop,â he repeated, having no idea what that was. âWas it fun?â
âYeah, the set was really big and the host was super nice.â You giggled, having reminded yourself of a silly detail. âHe had real big glasses on!â
âI bet he looked funny,â Michael laughed with you, to which you quickly affirmed he had.
âWhat did you guys get up to before you got here, Michael?â Tamera asked.
Michaelâs eyes practically twinkled as he grinned. âWe got to perform for the Queen!â
âOf England?â Jessica asked.
âWhat other Queen would he be talking about, dummy?â Tamera questioned.
Before they could start bickering, Michael continued. âYeah, I wasnât nervous or anything though. I knew our performance would be out of sight.â
âYou never have a reason to be nervous, Michael.â You said, leaning closer and brushing arms with him. âYouâre a natural,â
He laughed bashfully and lightly brushed his nose with his finger. âThanksâŚâ
âTheyâre flirting again,â Jessica teased, and Tamera laughed while you blew a raspberry at them both.
Between more teasing antics at the hands of your sisters and conversation between you and Michael, before long Orange Rainbowâs soundcheck was concluded and it was your girlsâ turn.
Instead of going back to sit in his dressing room with his brothers, Michael remained rooted to the ground as he watched your live band and the sound team prepare for your check. As soon as the band began to play he recognized the song instantly as one of the other singles on your album, âClean Up Womanâ. He swayed to the beat of your singing.
A clean up woman, is a woman who
Gets all the love we girls leave behind
The reason I know, so much about her
Is because she picked up a man of mine
Your voice had been just as steady and smooth as silk as he last remembered it being, even greater in person than any time he heard it coming out of a radio. When you all were finished and rejoined him backstage heâd made sure to tell you so, to which you of course thanked him. Afterwords, you hovered around each other for the next 30 minutes until it was time for the pre show to begin. By now the venue was filled to capacity with eager patrons, and they greeted the three of you with applause and light cheers; as you entered center stage and began the very same song and routine youâd just practiced.
This time Michael couldnât stay and watch again, as much as he wished he could, for he had to rejoin his brothers to warm up for their three hour show. He hoped to catch you again after the concert was over.
.
Well after midnight everything was packed up and the stage crew and production workers were ready to leave for the night. Everyone was in the back lot of the venue ready to get into their respective vehicles and leave for wherever they were headed. In the case of you and the Jackson boys, that meant your respective hotels to get rest for the night. You hadnât gotten to say much of anything to each other except for choruses of âsee you at the next stopâ and âcatch you on the flip sideâ, mostly because everyone was too tired. You and Michael gave each other a final wave before getting into your cars and going in separate directions.
This, more or less, was the cycle for the remainder of the tour. You would do your own work spreading your name around whatever tour stop you were at, and didnât actually see the boys until you got to the concert location to prepare. This would leave you and Michael with only small pockets of time to actually spend any time together, and you didnât waste it. Granted it was only spent laughing and talking (since running around would only serve to get the both of you into trouble), but it was still fun.
After the tour was overâand before you got on separate planes to go back to the USâyou both wrote down the number to your house phone and gave it to the other. Just to still keep in regular contact, even when you couldnât physically be near each other.
The first phone conversation you both had was a few weeks after the tour concluding. He told you about the pet rats he owned, and how much his sisters hated seeing them. Though his mother, ever loving and doting, still allowed him to own the fuzzy animals and even keep them up in his room.
âTheyâre real friendly,â heâd said when he told you about them. âWhenever yâall arenât busy, you can probably come over and see âem. Donât scream though, they donât like that.â
After youâd returned to California following your opening gig, Berry had wanted to strike while the iron was hot. He had begun preparing a North American tour for you and your sisters, on top of getting his regular team of song writers and producers started on your next body of work. Needless to say, youâd been too busy for anything else. However, Michael and his brothers had ended up being even busier since the beginning of March 1973 kicked off their first world tour as a group.
Between your work and his, the phone calls hadnât been as frequent and began to nod off and become sparser than before. Thankfully, there eventually came a pocket of time after your tour was overâand they were on a short restâthat gave space for a break that you jumped at the chance to take.
You didnât see Michael in person again until you and your sisters visited the Hayvenhurst home in early September of 1973. You were lucky enough that Olivia found it beneficial to cozy up to your label mates, otherwise sheâd have never allowed you all this sort of downtime.
âHello,â your mother had greeted Michaelâs with a firm handshake. The soft, polite air of her voice was a far cry from the typical volume you three were usually subjected to. It made you all look at one another with knowing glances and stifle giggles.
âIâm Olivia, itâs very nice to meet you.â
âIâm Katherine, likewise.â she greeted back. âIâve heard so much about you girls from my sons, especially Michael.â
âGood things, Iâm sure. These girls are such charmers after all.â Olivia laughed, looking back at you all as you joined in.
âIf theyâre anything like Iâve been told, absolutely.â Katherine moved further into the house, out of the doorway. âIâm not going to leave you all standing outside for too long. Please, come in.â
She stepped to the side to give you all room to enter the home. When you did, you saw that their living room was very spacious and decorated with a lot of orange accents. There was a lounge area with a spiral staircase that led up to a little indoor balcony above, and all the gold records theyâd earned thus far decorated the surrounding wall. You also saw Michael and one of his sisters sitting on one of the couches with the television on, and theyâd turned around to look at you all when you came inside.
With a big smile, Michael sprang from his seat and ran up to you. He made a short jerk forward with his body then immediately withdrew with his hands at his sides. âHiâŚâ
That gave you the impression that he wanted to hug you, so you took the initiative and threw your arms around his shoulders. âHiâŚâ you trailed as he wrapped his arms around you in return.
By the time you both separated his older sister was already standing next to you. She introduced herself as Latoya with a shake of your hand, and you reciprocated the greeting kindly with your own name. You didnât get to spend too much time speaking to her, since Michael grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the back of the house towards his room. He claimed that you had to listen to Stevie Wondersâ new record with him, knowing how busy youâd been lately he was sure you hadnât heard it yet (and he was right).
The next couple of hours were spent nestled up in his room going through his small record collection, while simultaneously sharing casual conversation, commentary on the songs you were listening to, and contagious laughter. You hadnât felt this relaxed in months, so you were a bit sad when Katherine eventually opened the door and gave word that your mother said it was time to go home.
You got to visit Hayvenhurst and spend time with Michael a few more times following this (and even got to meet his younger siblings), before they eventually had to resume tour dates in mid October. Which meant it was back to relying on phone calls for regular contact again, when it allowed. Which wasnât often considering you were back to work yourselves after your sophomore album released.
âI kinda miss Ed, I hope we can get back on his show again sometime.â he said to you over the phone after you were winding down one night.
Youâd just gotten done telling him about how you performed on the Ed Sullivan show for the first time a few hours ago, to promote your upcoming group tour. Afterwhich he claimed to hope his mother taped it so he could see how you girls looked once they returned home.
It was currently a full month into the new year, 1974, and Michael was still on the tour with his brothers. He made regular attempts to call your home whenever he could, and tonight was one of the sparse time you answered.
âWhere are you fellas right now?â you curiously asked.
âSenegalâŚâ The way he said it, you could tell he was breath taken. âItâs so beautiful out here, Tink. The locals greeted us with such beautiful music.â
âYeah?â you rested your head on your arm as you laid on the kitchen island you were seated at, still holding the corded rotary phone to your ear. âWhat kind?â
âThey were singing in their native language, so I donât know for sure. But they played drums and sang harmonies, they danced in the street and we joined them. We felt the music with them, the spirit.â he explained dreamily, and it warmed your heart. âTinkâŚthis is our origin. This is where weâre from, where what we do originates from. This is why we are where we are. Itâs who we are,â
You beamed brightly while he spoke, and let a slow exhale escape from your nose. It sounded like heâd made an epiphany, like heâd found a part of himself he didnât know needed to be.
âI hope I get to see it tooâŚâ you giggled.
âYou will, even if I gotta bring you myself.â he assured, âMatter of fact, I will bring you one day. So we can experience itâŚtogether.â
You liked the idea of that, âDo you promise?â
The was a pause on the line, before his soft voiceâfull of convictionâwas heard again. âYeahâŚI promise, Tink.â
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ââââ ⥠Off the Wall!Michael who regularly writes you full page letters professing his love for you after you two start dating, because he was always better at laying the depths of his feelings out on the table with written words rather than spoken ones. His shyness goes out the window when he writes (as evident by his music) and his way with words never fails to leave you swooning with warm cheeks.
He only ever wants your eyes to read these letters he writes and nobody else, theyâre far too personal. Of course you never show them to anybody, but his brothers catch him writing one for you one day and they never let him live it down. They like to repeat what they read in it back to him because of how embarrassed he gets.
Synopsis: The future King and Queen of Pop first met as children on a summer evening in 1972 Los Angeles. Both budding superstars with a talent that threw them into the spotlight young, they found comfort in the idea of never having to âperformâ for each other; always able to just exist as themselves. Theyâd found a lifelong best friend in each other, a confidante they could never live without while on their way to becoming the most famous faces in popular music. Little did they know it at the time, but theyâd also found the future love of their life.
Set between the Jackson 5 and Mature eras, content will vary and wonât turn 18+ until theyâve both reached adulthood.
Jackson 5/Jacksons :
Episode 1 â Debut
Episode 2 â The Rittenhouse
Episode 3 â Connection
Off the Wall :
Thriller :
Bad :
Dangerous :
History :
Invincible :
Mature :
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