From the moment they meet at Studio 54, Michael Jackson and Jacqueline Carter have a chemistry that can't be denied. An ambitious musician falls in love with a city girl who helps him keep his sanity in an insane world. Night after night on the danc...
The moon glowed through Michael and Jacqueline's chartered car as it rolled down 8th Avenue and Jacqueline stared out the window, wondering to herself why anyone would decide to put the premiere club in the city in such a rundown area. Grimacing at the litter scattered on the sidewalks and the shady figures and women of the night, Jacqueline thanked her lucky stars that she was in a car and going to be worlds away from squalor for a while once she got beyond the blacked-out doors of the urban theme park that was Studio 54. The street life faded away as they drove up on the velvet rope and bright entrance lights on 54th street, and as the massive queue built up outside the venue, Michael took a deep breath and gave her hand a light squeeze.
"You ready, Jax? This crowd is always madness." Michael asked, straightening out his collar with his free hand that wasn't busy cradling hers.
"I'm a New Yorker, Michael. I thrive in crowds." Jacqueline replied with a teasing smile. "I'm ready if you are."
As Bill and Michael's car doors opened, they broke the seal of the private ride and the sound of clamoring partygoers swelled, Michael stepped out and around to her side to open up her door and held a hand out to help her out of her seat. The group walked to Mark Benecke, a college student by day, and infamously selective doorman by night, who slid the velvet ropes aside without hesitation for Michael and his bright-eyed companion, telling them to enjoy their night. Envious glances and whispered conversations rippled through the crowd as Michael and Jacqueline made their way, an unspoken acknowledgment of the celebrities in their midst. She didn't pay the people much mind, keeping her head high as they moved through the blacked-out doors into the opulent hallway headed back to the main room. Once safely inside, Bill gathered their coats and bid them temporary goodbye so he could go park, trusting that they would be fine in the swell of other celebrities. Music pulsing through the room and under their feet, the couple followed the pull of energy through the final set of doors into their playground for the night, dashing into the club's flashing lights and bumping bass.
As the rhythmic pulse of disco music reverberated through the air, Studio 54 unveiled itself in a spectacle of lights and glamour. The entrance, bathed in neon hues, beckoned partygoers into a realm where the ordinary dissolved into the extraordinary. Michael and Jacqueline glided through the bustling crowd, the anticipation of the night ahead evident in their smiles.
Entering the main space, they found themselves in a dance floor paradise. The iconic disco ball, suspended from the ceiling, scattered beams of light across the room, creating a mesmerizing display of patterns that seemed to dance alongside the revelers. Fashion-forward patrons flaunted avant-garde outfits, a kaleidoscope of sequins, feather boas, and bold patterns that brought the venue to life. The atmosphere was electric, charged with the energy of anticipation and celebration, and the event of the evening, a release party for Elton John's new photo book spared no expense as professional dancers shuffled under the intricate light show.
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Before the couple could revel for too long, co-owner of the club Steve Rubell slid into action, coming right into their path.
"Hey Michael, what's happening? I'm so glad you made it!" The always exuberant nightlife titan greeted, not hesitating to hug Michael quickly.
