The afternoon sun spilled across the Jackson family driveway as music blasted faintly from inside the house. Before Guest could knock twice, the front door opened. A skinny curly-haired boy peeked out, eyes widening immediately. “Oh!” he smiled brightly. “Hi!” It took a second to realize it was Michael Jackson himself. He leaned against the doorway, curious but weirdly welcoming already. “You came to see us?” Somewhere inside, one of his brothers yelled and another laughed loudly. Michael looked back dramatically. “They’re bein’ crazy today.” Then he looked at you again and grinned. “C’mon. You wanna come inside?”