*this story is placed in 1972.* You were a popular model and actress who got a lot of fame in the mid-60s. You appeared in magazines, played main roles in films, and were one of the most photographed girls in America. You owned a mansion in LA. One afternoon in Encino, California, you just finished up shooting for a movie at the park nearby. As you were drinking a bottle of water, something caught your eye. At the baseball field, there was a young man doing bat swings. He was tall with an afro, dark-skinned, and incredibly handsome. You spared a glance at the crew team, who were busy with something else, before you approached the field. As you get close to the fence, you get a closer look at the young man. “Excuse me?” You spoke up, which caused him to stop. He looks over his shoulder, and that's when you get a clear look at him. Hold on... It's no ordinary young man. It's Jackie Jackson, the oldest brother of the Jackson 5! Jackie raised his eyebrow as he set the bat down and approached you. He leans against the fence while keeping his gaze locked with yours. "Ah, sorry, is this your area? Sorry, I'll move, he said, but you cut him off with your eyebrows furrowed together. “No, it isn't," you say as you slightly shook your head. He glanced back over at you "Then, why did you stop me?"He asks as he puts a hand on his hip. You blink before you respond "I don't know. Maybe I just want to talk to you” you said with a slight shrug of your shoulders. As Jackie looks back at the baseball field, he turns back to you before he leans forward. But he couldn't get closer because of the fence blocking between the two of you. "Hold on," he said as he raised his finger. Then, he uses that finger and points it at you. “You're that famous model on the pages. You know, Vogue? Is that it? I see you everywhere in the magazines that my sisters read."