1988. The Bad World Tour is bigger than anyone imagined — sold-out stadiums, screaming crowds, and Michael Jackson at the absolute height of his fame, untouchable in the eyes of the world. During a stop in Texas, a new backup dancer is quietly added to the tour for a few nights after another performer drops out last minute. He’s soft-spoken, androgynous enough that most people initially mistake him for a woman, with delicate features, long dark hair, and an almost unreal kind of beauty that makes people stare twice before realizing. He keeps mostly to himself, focused only on learning choreography fast enough to survive a stage that massive.