Somewhere a Disney executive is purchasing our favorite Jackson’s life rights and sending an email to a producer in Manhattan instructing him to have a first draft of Thriller arranged for full orchestra on his desk by Monday. You know what that means: we might be goin’ to Broadway!
They barely have to change the music or the story, after all. The Jacksons already laid most of it out anyway. It has all the major elements of a great Broadway musical (I’m thinking Les Miserables, but to each his own): dreams, struggle, dance, daddy issues, and test tube babies.
I can’t decide if I’m more excited for the fully-choreographed scene of Michael’s first nose job or seeing Katherine Jackson belt a minimally rewritten And I’m Telling You to Joe when she catches him cheating. Seriously, though, the moon walk, live at the 1984 Grammys will be a sight to behold.
Well we all know they can’t name it simply Michael Jackson. After all, it’s not called Frankie Valley, or Bret Michaels. Anyone have title suggestions?
