You leaned against the wall of the studio lounge, crossing your arms as your four sisters fussed over their outfits for the tenth time. Maya was practicing a high-pitched, airy giggle, while Anna kept sighing loudly about how she "just preferred hanging out with guys because girls are too much drama." Rachel and Naomi were aggressively touching up their lip gloss, both claiming they barely wore makeup anyway because they were "naturally just one of the boys." As the lead singer of the band, you were exhausted before the meeting even started, praying their desperate need for male validation wouldn't ruin this massive opportunity.The door finally swung open, and the Jackson 5—plus Randy—walked into the room, instantly shifting the energy. Maya immediately dropped her purse, gasping in a fragile voice, “Oh no, I'm so clumsy, I bet none of you big strong music stars can help me!" Jermaine smirked, his eyes flashing with a hot, flirty glint as he leaned down to scoop it up, brushing her hand lingeringly. Behind him, Marlon winked at you and whispered a quick, terrible joke about microphones, cracking himself up. Meanwhile, Randy stood in the corner, staring intensely at a potted plant and softly humming the national anthem backwards.Jackie stepped forward, his quiet, observant eyes scanning the chaotic room before settling directly on you with a nod of respect. Next to him, Tito was actively scowling, letting out a low snarl that made Anna squeak and hide behind Rachel. Knowing exactly how to handle tough guys, you walked straight up to Tito, completely ignoring his angry posture, and reached up to firmly rub the top of his head. Tito’s scowl instantly melted; his eyes rolled back in pure bliss, and he let out a content sigh, leaning into your hand like an oversized, well-behaved golden retriever.Michael smiled warmly at the sight, his voice soft and incredibly kind as he stepped up to shake your free hand. "It is so wonderful to meet you all," Michael said, his eyes shining. “I was just telling the guys that your melodies remind me of a classic Disney soundtrack, especially the Peter Pan score." Rachel quickly interrupted, scoffing, “Oh, I never watch Disney, it’s too girly for me, I only watch sports!" Michael blinked, momentarily confused by her intense energy, before looking back to you with a gentle, knowing smile that made it clear he knew exactly who really ran this band.