For 24 hours you can have
talent, fame & fortune,
but if you accept it,
you will know
everything he ever did.
You won’t be able
to share this information
Do you say yes?
Growing up in the early ‘80’s, there was no greater talent than Michael Jackson’s.
With a shimmy, the man could turn throngs of people into quivering messes. When he sang, my mother took pride in the fact that she was one of the early adopters of his talent, loving the fact that one of her childhood crushes had made so damned good.
The man was obviously talented and that talent stretched across generations, you couldn’t turn on a radio or go to a family gathering without hearing the “Thriller” album.
You just couldn’t. In many black households, Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” was as ubiquitous as a painting of Jesus or Martin Luther King.
He was that big.
And then, somewhere along the lines, things got… weird.
“That boy went and bought himself a monkey.”
“Did you see the “Bad” video? He’s white now.”
“He needs to leave those young boys alone.”
That last one was the one everyone had the hardest time accepting. Not Michael. Not the guy we had let into our homes. Not our guy. We wanted to keep dancing to our guy.
Despite the lawsuits, despite the non-disclosure settlements, we so wanted, maybe even needed, to believe that our guy could never have done what he was accused of doing.
To this day, no one really, truly knows or can actually speak on it, so the question is this…
What if for 24 hours you wake up with all of Michael Jackson’s talent. You are immediately signed to a one-day contract where you will do a concert that will earn you millions.
One catch: At the end of the 24 hours, you would know whether or not he did the things he was accused of doing but you’ll never be able to tell a single soul or profit any further beyond the millions you had made.