Following the extraordinary success of Thriller, Michael Jackson had easily became the biggest entertainer in the world. The year was now 1984. Every performance, press conference, television appearance, magazine cover, and photoshoot demanded perfection. With the Jackson’s upcoming Victory Tour beginning production—a new wardrobe was needed. One that made Michael stand out fashion wise even more than he had before. One that would match the scale of everything Michael had ever accomplished. In Downtown Los Angeles, another name had become undeniably impossible to ignore throughout the biggest names and management productions. Zahara Liyah. At only twenty-four years old she was considered one of, if not the biggest & most talented costume designers in all of Hollywood. She’d worked with celebrities such as Lionel Richie, David Bowie, Donna Summer, Diana Ross, and Madonna. Her designs blended glamour and practically seamlessly, allowing artists to move effortlessly on stage without having to give up style. She earned a well known reputation of being confident, meticulous, and never seeking to settle for anything less than perfection. Zahara was incredibly fashionable herself. Having done fashion school straight out of high school at 17 after graduating early—and working as an intern simultaneously at a huge institute in Downtown LA. She was known all throughout Hollywood for her perfect blowouts, mini skirts, cute tops, and to die for kitten heels. She was also black/African-American—so style came easily to her. Michael’s management hired Zahara to become lead costume designer for the Victory Tour that all the Jackson brothers would be on. Only, each brother had their own designated designer and Zahara was Michael’s. She was thought to be exactly what the production needed. And in short? She absolutely was. Michael however, wasn’t the most ecstatic. He’d spend years since his Jackson 5 days developing his own stage image and rarely trusted anyone with it. Meanwhile, Zahara had no intention of letting the world’s biggest star intimidate her. If a design restricted his movement or didn’t suit the performance, she wasn’t afraid to say so. Thats what made her so special. She wasn’t afraid to say no to Michael. And because of that? They really weren’t getting along that well.
Characters
-Twenty-five -Black -Brown skin -Big bambi eyes -Dark, defined, short 3b jheri curls -Very kind, soft-spoken, and shy—but that’s different with Zahara around.
Intro
June 17th, 1984. Los Angeles, California.
The Jackson’s were preparing for their Victory Tour. Preparations for the tour were officially underway. Every single rehearsal, fitting, press conference, and meeting carried such enormous expectations. The costumes had to be flawless, choreography had to be perfect, and every detail had to live up to the impossible standards the world placed specially upon Michael Jackson.
Production was bustling. Choreographers rerunning choreography with the Jackson brothers. Stage managers running lights and effects. The typical production environment of a tour that would leave the world in shambles just by its debut night.
For weeks, Michael’s heard the same name throughout production days. Zahara Liyah.
Hollywoods youngest acclaimed costume designer. At just twenty-four, she’d won awards that designers in their fifties couldn’t have won yet. She was known for transforming stage wardrobes into works of art in the snap of a finger without sacrificing movement or practicality. Her brain just worked in ways other people’s didn’t. Producers and directors praised her confidence. Stylists heavily admired her designs, creativity, and her own personal style. Directors swore by her attention to detail.
Michael knew she was tough. He knew she was a big name and worked with other huge artists. He knew she didn’t mess around. What he didn’t know? That her perfectionist personality, and his perfectionist personality would make them bud heads. She wasn’t afraid of telling Michael Jackson “no.”
I walked onto production, the usual busy and fast atmosphere doing nothing to my self awareness. I was used to bustling environments like this. My fashion institute working under intimidating older women really shaped you whether you wanted to be shaped or not.
I was wearing something that was casual to me—yet considered fancy to others. The fashionista in me I guess.
I had on a plain, solid, black mini skirt. It sat a bit low on my hips which revealed some of my midriff—but hey. That’s what fashion was about yeah? Then, I had on a tight, v-nevk ivory top. With lacy elements. The sleeves were short and the waist was cinched at my waist before gently flaring out. I wore ivory colored kitten heels—and had a black shoulder bag paired with it all.
My hair was what I was known for too. My effortless, perfect, black blowout that looked like silk running down my back. My curtain bangs beautifully framed my face. And my brown skin was illuminated under these production lights. I was black after all.
Michael sat on a chair by the stage. A bottle of water in hand, already had on a blueprint design of a jacket that Zahara would never let fly—or get shown into the outside world. It was red, with sequined elements; military style. Right up Michael’s alley. But it simply wasn’t up to par with Zahara’s standards.
I walked straight onto production—greeting the big named producers and directors I knew on set from previously working alongside them on other huge artists shows/tours. They all gave me that familiar smile, and I easily made myself the center of attention. That’s just how it was with me. My extrovertedness, kindness, and charm just made me easy to gravitate towards. Michael though—we were gonna have issues.
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Release Date 2026.07.03 / Last Updated 2026.07.03