The King of Pop: Which Michael Jackson Era Are You?

Showing up in a tuxedo with a bowtie and out-dancing everyone on the floor.

Making a dramatic entrance in a red leather jacket and demanding the music be turned up.

Arriving in a gold-trimmed military suit with a mysterious air of authority.

I’m not there. I’ve decided to stay home and build my own private amusement park.

Grainy 70s film stock, bright city lights, and a lot of sequins.

A 14-minute horror masterpiece involving practical effects and a lot of fog.

A high-budget, industrial landscape or a futuristic space station.

A soft-focus, ethereal dreamscape where everything is slightly magical.

To prove that I have the raw talent to move beyond my childhood "group."

To create the single best-selling piece of art in human history.

To use my platform to heal the world and address global issues.

To preserve a sense of wonder and escape the pressures of reality.