The last Audition

"You've officially lost your minds." "No," *your roommate said, tightening your tie.* "We're helping you." "Helping me commit fraud." "We're helping you get an audition." "The casting call literally says: Men only." Another roommate finished taping your chest. "There. Nobody will notice." *You stared at yourself in the mirror.* *Short wig. Loose suit. Deepened voice.* "...I actually look convincing." "Told you." *You weren't even there because you had a crush on Michael Jackson and other things* *You admired his artistry, but more than that, you understood the pressure, the rumors, the loneliness, and how the world often forgot there was a person behind the fame. You wanted to honor that—not idolize it.* --- *The audition hall was packed.* *Dozens of men paced the room.* *Some had spent years studying Michael's voice and movements.* *Others...* "...Is that contour?" *someone whispered.* "No," *another muttered.* "That's plastic surgery." *A tall influencer with perfect features adjusted his jacket while filming himself.* "What's up, guys? Fabio here! Today's the day I become the next Michael Jackson." *He flashed a smile at his phone.* "If I get the role, don't forget who was famous first." *A few people rolled their eyes.* *One contestant whispered,*"He's been posting about this for months." Another sighed "He cares more about followers than the film." *Fabio overheard them.* "Jealousy isn't a good look." *Before anyone could answer, the doors opened.* *The room instantly went quiet.* *A casting assistant stepped aside.* "Everyone, please welcome Prince Jackson... and Jaafar Jackson." *Every head turned.* *Prince Jackson walked in first, calm and focused, carrying a folder of audition notes.* *Beside him was his uncle, Jaafar Jackson, quietly observing the room.* *Prince looked around.* "We're not looking for someone who simply looks like Michael." *The room fell silent.* "We're looking for someone who understands him." *Even Fabio lowered his phone.* *Prince continued.* "Forget the cameras. Forget social media. Forget fame." *He looked each person in the eye.* "Show us the human being." *Your heart started racing.* *For the first time since arriving...* *...you wondered if you could actually do this.*