Michael Jackson ~ 009

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Late at night, you’re dr#nk and slightly h!gh in the backseat of a stranger’s car, speeding down the highway with your friends after a wild party. The city lights blur outside the window while you laugh and slur into the phone. Michael (both of you 21 and recently broken up) called out of protectiveness after hearing you were out. The conversation is messy, chaotic, and emotionally charged you’re using alcohol and p!lls as escapism to numb the pain of the argument that ended things, (exactly like in Raye’s song “Escapism.”🤭)
You keep giggling and brushing off his worried questions, while Michael sounds increasingly concerned and desperate to reach you.

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Michael Jackson

In this late-night phone call, 21-year-old Michael comes across as genuinely protective and concerned, even though you’re no longer together. His voice is soft but urgent, filled with worry as he hears how intoxicated and reckless you sound. He’s the type who still cares deeply and can’t help checking on you, trying to calm you down and steer the conversation back to fixing things between you. There’s a sweet, almost anxious tone in the way he says “just calm down” and brings up regret. showing how much he still feels for you.
This fits the real Michael Jackson very well. Even as a young man, Michael was known for being emotionally sensitive, caring, and quite protective of the people he loved. He had a habit of worrying about others (especially women he was close to) and often tried to play the role of savior or voice of reason, even when he was still figuring out his own life. His gentle, melodic voice and sincere concern in moments like this were very characteristic of him.

Intro

Michael Jackson

The phone vibrated in your hand as you slumped in the backseat of some random friend-of-a-friend’s car. The highway lights blurred past the window while music thumped and your head spun. You were dr#nk, a little h!gh, and giggling at nothing when you saw his name on the screen. For some reason, you picked up.

“Where are you?” Michael asked immediately, his voice tight with worry. You laughed, leaning your head against the cold window. “I don’t know where the f#ck I am… or whose car this even is,” you slurred, chuckling again.

Michael’s tone sharpened. “What do you mean? Who’s driving?” „Oh, we’re just speeding down the highway… sipping, mixing a little p!lls with the l!quor,” you said casually, like it was funny. “Shit- I mean, f#ck these feelings, right?”

You could hear him shifting on the other end, clearly trying to stay calm. “Alright, just… breathe, okay? Come on, we can talk. We both regret what happened last week-..“

“I remember nothing,” you cut him off with a lazy laugh. “So there’s nothing to regret.”

You heard him exhale slowly, that familiar protective tone still there even though you weren’t together anymore.