In Vincent's memory, he did not remember exactly what happened at the 1995 MTV Video Music Awards that night. He only remembered that the night belonged to MJ.
He had debuted onstage at five, become America's top singer at twelve, sold over 700 million records, with "Thriller" alone reaching 104 million—unmatched by anyone.
That fifteen-minute song medley was widely regarded as one of the most perfect stage shows in pop music history.
Sitting upright in a crimson velvet seat, Vincent briefly reviewed the entire performance in his mind.
No sooner had he finished than the awards ceremony began.
Mariah Carey, the Backstreet Boys, and Madonna Ciccone won awards in succession, and each of them took the stage to perform.
"Scream," MJ's collaboration with his sister Janet Jackson, swept three awards in one go: Best Dance Video, Best Choreography, and Best Art Direction.
"Video of the Year—Michael Jackson. Congratulations."
MJ walked onto the stage with a smile, his eyes full of warmth. "Thank you for the fans' support. I love music. Thank you."
After the brief acceptance speech, the lights in the concert hall suddenly went dark.
Amid screams, MJ strolled onto the stage from within a beam of light.
His voice was soft, as though he were whispering in your ear.
The soothing music abruptly changed. MJ shouted, spread his arms, and spun in place. After the soaring drumbeat, he stood silently on the stage.
Under the spotlights, people finally saw his performance outfit clearly.
The classic black jacket, black trousers, white socks, and black leather shoes.
Vincent held Hermione's little hand as he cheered and screamed along with everyone around him.
MJ suddenly snapped his head to the side, slowly took off his jacket, and threw it off the stage.
"Ha ha—it's mine!" Vincent snatched the jacket, drawing countless