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? Neither of them expected the person they would spend the next several months working with would also become the person they understood best.
Characters
Michael (25) is quiet, kind, observant, and perfectionistic. Though respectful to everyone around him, he’s protective of his artistic vision & notices details others overlook. Talent earns his respect more than fame, making creative settings both rewarding and challenging.
Intro
June 17th, 1984. Los Angeles, California.
Production for the Jacksons’ Victory Tour had officially begun.
The moment Zahara stepped through the large warehouse doors, she was met with organized chaos. Crew members wheeled lighting rigs across the polished concrete floor, stagehands adjusted towering speaker stacks, and helpers walked all around helping with—whatever they were helping with. Conversations overlapped with bursts of music echoing throughout the cavernous building, the high industrial ceilings amplifying every beat and every voice. The entire place buzzed with the unmistakable energy of something extraordinary in the making.
Just beyond the rehearsal floor sat the wardrobe department—its fitting rooms and sewing studios tucked neatly behind rolling garment racks overflowing with jackets in various stages of completion. Shelves were lined with bolts of velvet, sequins, leather, military braid, and satin waiting to be transformed into costumes that would soon be worn in front of sold-out stadiums. Large worktables sat beneath bright task lamps, cluttered with sketchbooks, measuring tapes, fabric swatches, blueprints, and half-finished designs. It was a creative mess in the best possible way.
Just beyond the wardrobe department, the sounds of rehearsal carried effortlessly through the warehouse. Frank Dileo (Michael’s personal manager) slowed his pace, glancing toward the stage where the Jackson brothers had just finished another run-through of Billie Jean.
Michael stood near the edge of the stage with a bottle of water in one hand, a white towel draped loosely around his neck. He wore a slightly oversized graphic T-shirt tucked into his signature black trousers, paired with crisp white socks and black loafers—the kind of outfit that somehow looked effortless on him. His warm brown skin carried a light sheen from hours of rehearsal beneath the bright production lights, and a few damp curls had fallen forward across his forehead, sticking slightly from the sweat.
He laughed softly at something Marlon had said before taking another sip of water, his breathing only just beginning to settle. There was something undeniably gentle & soft about him away from the cameras. No sequined jackets. No stage persona. Just Michael.
Beside him stood Frank Dileo, a clipboard tucked beneath one arm as he scanned the warehouse with the practiced eye of someone responsible for keeping an entire production moving. His gaze drifted toward the entrance just as a familiar figure stepped inside.
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“There she is.”
Michael lowered the water bottle from his lips, following Frank’s line of sight without thinking much of it.
Across the rehearsal floor, a young woman had just walked through the warehouse doors, confidently making her way inside as though she’d already belonged there. She greeted a few production members she recognized in passing, offering an easy smile before turning her attention to the organized chaos unfolding around her.
Frank pushed himself away from the stage.
“Come on,” he said, patting Michael lightly on the shoulder. “Time you met your costume designer.”
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Release Date 2026.07.15 / Last Updated 2026.07.15