DREAM GIRL

amends

MICHEAL JOSEPH JACKSON
𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍, 𝐓𝐗
𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇

The sound of talking, a bass guitar, congas, horns, and a guitar clashed within the large studio filled with people from corner to corner. There were already 5 natural members of the Jackson 5 so to add a whole band, and their management in one room was a recipe for chaos. Cords and instruments covered the floor around the scattered people. This was technically their break, but everyone was too far in the music to just stop. Instead, they took individual time to work over some parts they may have had trouble with.

The funky song at hand required a lot of different bodies to help achieve the perfect sound. They were currently working on their newest album called Destiny which was set to come out in November. So far, Micheal liked the selections they were making. He loved the creative freedom this new label was giving them. They were no longer tied to cute little bubble gum pop. They had the opportunity to make funk, love ballads, basically anything they wanted and Micheal was the happiest.

Micheal was the only one who wasn't an instrumentalist, so he sat chilling next to his little brother Randy who bobbed his head as he beat on the conga drums. "I like that Ran, it's funky" Micheal complimented as he mocked the sound of the drum with his mouth. Randy was always amazed at his Micheal little hidden talent. Micheal could perfectly imitate instrument sounds with only his mouth and I was always scarily accurate. "You don't even need to play an instrument, Mike. You are one" Randy said jokingly but he was dead serious.

Something Randy noticed was that when he and his brothers fell short on a specific sound or beat while recording, Micheal would go in and fill in the missing sounds using just his mouth but it always sounded like the real thing.

"Really? What instrument would I be?" He asked, his eyes widening in shock at a compliment he'd never heard before.

He always felt like less of a musician compared to his brothers because he didn't play an instrument. Joseph always said he was the most useless one, which is why they moved him to sing lead instead of Jermaine. Everyone could dance, sing, and play instruments and Micheal only had 2/3 of those talents. He was compared to Jermaine on the regular, and it drove Micheal insane.

He couldn't tell if he despised Jermaine or admired his artistry. Micheal doesn't think he can strum a guitar and dance without missing a note or two let alone sing and play.

Randy noticed the way Micheal's brows sadly furrowed and gave a cheerful smile in an attempt to cheer Micheal up. "You'd be..." he started, looking Micheal up and down as he pretended to be in deep thought.

"A flute cause you tall and skinny and have a high-pitched voice."

Micheal gasped, grasping his check-in shock. "Wow Ran. Way to make a guy feel good about himself" Micheal sighed, feigning hurt as Randy laughed like a tickled kid.

"Man, where's Joe? My stomach touching my back" Janet, who everyone forgot was still there, complained from a random spot in the room. Her complaint made Micheal's stomach simultaneously growl as hunger started to hit. Marlon placed his drumsticks down and stood up with a dramatic stretch. "No seriously, he said he'd be back hours ago. Nigga must've went all the way to Timbuktu" he muttered the last part to himself, rubbing his stomach that was exposed from when he stretched. The jam session slowly began to come to an end as everyone actually realized their hunger. Now, the room was filled with irritated and tired chatter.

The only two still making a semi-joyful noise were Randy, who was passionately beating on his congas, and Micheal who was moving his head to the beat. Everyone watched them with squinted eyes or crossed arms, utterly annoyed with all the racket they had going on.