Michael walks through the crowd, pleading with them, but they step around him like he’s a ghost. He sings the line with a sharp, biting energy. The crowd moves in a slow, robotic unison. The camera tracking Michael as he weaves through the indifferent mass of people. On-screen dialogue (characters speak with lip-sync): Michael Jackson (voice: A soulful, rhythmic tenor with a gritty edge in the...
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