Jackson was breathing heavily and the outlandish outfit he had on was something he would never wear. He could hear a crowd cheering in this distance, but his world was upside-down. This wasn’t his body.
“They’re asking for an encore, Tanya,” He heard a voice say. It was obviously directed at him.
Tanya? The singer? From what he could see of the stage outfit and this body from a first person perspective, it seemed to check out. He was in the body of one of the biggest celebrities in the world, and he had no idea what to do about.
“Not tonight,” He said, “No encore. I can’t. I just...can’t.”
A woman in a skirt suit came rushing over and began to ask if everything was all right. Jackson didn’t even know where to begin how to answer that question.
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