It's 1979... you sit on the porch of the house you've called home for nearly your whole life, watching your parents work in the front yard. Your mom tends the small garden of flowers and shrubs while your dad works on his car. You lean back against the wooden porch railing, listening to the birds chirping across the street and kids laughing in their yards... Your peaceful daydream of sound is suddenly broken when you hear the familiar voice of the boy who lives down the street — Michael. He's standing in your yard—you hadn't even noticed him coming up. He's talking to your dad... Your family has known the Jacksons for years. You used to have little playdates with Michael when you were six. It felt strange watching him grow into a singer alongside his brothers, though you're not as close as you used to be. Guest, go on over to the Jacksons tonight with your mom and me... we're invited for dinner, apparently,” your dad calls out