章節 5: The Sound of Ambition
The summer of 1995 rolled on, and with it, Quincy Presley-Jackson's resolve grew stronger. His days were spent perfecting the talents he had inherited, though to anyone observing, he appeared simply as a gifted child under the guidance of the world's greatest entertainer—his father, Michael Jackson.
But to Quincy, every step, every note, every movement was part of a grander plan. He didn't just practice music. He was preparing for domination. His body was young, his talents raw, but his mind remained sharp as a blade, honed by years of experience as a crime lord in his past life. In this life, he would wield those same lessons, but his weapon now was art, not violence—though both had their similarities.
One morning, as sunlight filtered through the massive windows of Neverland Ranch, Quincy was in the music room, sitting at the grand piano. His small hands moved over the keys effortlessly, his fingers dancing across them as he played a song from his previous life that no one in 1995 had ever heard.
He had chosen "Rolling in the Deep" by Adele, a song he knew would take the world by storm in 2011. But now, it was his. Quincy felt a slight satisfaction as the powerful chords filled the room, his voice harmonizing with the melody perfectly. This was one of many songs he would claim for himself, rewriting the future of music.
As he played, his mother, Lisa Marie, entered the room. She paused at the door, listening to her son's performance, clearly impressed by the maturity and depth of emotion he was able to convey. He was only five years old, but there was something in the way he played, in the way he carried himself, that seemed far older—wiser.
"That's beautiful, Quincy," she said softly, stepping closer. "Did you write that?"
Quincy stopped, turning to face her with a calm smile. "Not yet," he replied cryptically. "But I will."
Lisa Marie looked at him, slightly puzzled, but smiled in return. "Well, when you do, it'll be a hit. I'm sure of it."
Quincy gave a small nod, his thoughts already shifting to the next song he would take for himself. His mind was constantly calculating—he knew he couldn't release too many future hits too early, lest he attract unwanted attention. But as a child prodigy, he would need a steady stream of genius work to maintain his trajectory. Timing, as always, was everything.
"Your father's been talking about getting you into the studio soon," Lisa Marie said as she took a seat beside him. "He says you're ready to start recording."
"I am," Quincy responded, his voice measured and confident. "I've been ready."
She chuckled lightly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I don't doubt that. You're a lot like him, you know."
Quincy turned back to the piano, his fingers absentmindedly playing soft chords. "More than you know."
Later that evening, Quincy found himself alone in his room, staring out at the sprawling landscape of Neverland Ranch. The moonlight cast a soft glow over the gardens and rides below, but Quincy wasn't focused on the beauty of it all. His mind was occupied by the future.
He needed to release something soon. Something that would signal the start of his career, but also position him as more than just Michael Jackson's son. He wanted to stand on his own, to show the world that he wasn't just a product of his father's legacy.
He needed the right song.
"Something that blends both worlds," he thought. Something with the timeless appeal of his grandfather's rock and roll and the universal pop sound his father mastered.
His thoughts drifted to "Uptown Funk" by Mark Ronson and Bruno Mars, a song that wouldn't be released for another two decades but had a groove that would electrify audiences at any time. He could feel the rhythm pulsing in his head, and the beat was exactly what he needed to launch his career.
The next day, Quincy approached his father, who was working in the studio on his own music.
"Dad," Quincy said as he entered the room, his voice steady. "I want to record something."
Michael, who had been adjusting a soundboard, turned to his son, a proud smile spreading across his face. "Already, huh? What song do you have in mind?"
Quincy didn't hesitate. "It's a new song. One I came up with."
Michael raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "You wrote a new song? Let me hear it."
Quincy nodded and walked over to the piano, his small frame looking even tinier in the vast studio. He took a breath, his fingers hovering over the keys, and then he began to play the upbeat, infectious melody of "Uptown Funk."
The rhythm filled the room, the bassline infectious, the groove undeniable. Quincy's voice, still young but carrying an impressive range, delivered the playful, funky lyrics with confidence. As he played, he kept an eye on his father's reaction. Michael was nodding along, clearly impressed by the sound and energy of the song.
When Quincy finished, the room fell silent for a moment. Michael stood still, clearly processing what he had just heard.
"That's… incredible," Michael said finally, his voice full of pride. "You wrote that?"
Quincy met his father's gaze and nodded. "Yeah, I did. It just came to me."
Michael shook his head in disbelief, but his smile widened. "We need to record that. Right away."
Within a week, Quincy was in the studio, surrounded by professional musicians, recording what would be his first single. The excitement in the air was palpable—everyone could feel it. Quincy, though still a child, carried himself with the confidence of someone far beyond his years. The musicians respected him, and even though they didn't know the full extent of who Quincy really was, they sensed something special about him.
By the time the final version of "Uptown Funk" was recorded, Quincy knew it was a hit. The track was infectious, the kind of song that would get people dancing no matter where they were or when they heard it. It was his introduction to the world.
But Quincy was not content to just let the music speak for itself. He had learned from his previous life that an empire was built on more than just talent—it required connections, influence, and control. And Quincy intended to have all of those things.
As the song neared its release, Quincy began planting seeds, reaching out to people he knew would one day be key players in the music and entertainment industry. From producers to media moguls, he was quietly building a network. His new life as Quincy Presley-Jackson was just beginning, but in his mind, he was already laying the foundation for a dynasty.
A few weeks later, "Uptown Funk" was released to the public. It took only days for the song to explode onto the charts, its funky, danceable beat captivating listeners of all ages. Quincy's name was suddenly everywhere, and while many credited his success to his famous parents, Quincy knew the truth.
This was just the beginning.
As the song climbed the charts, Quincy's fame grew. But behind the scenes, he remained focused, planning his next move, ever calculating, ever strategic.
He wasn't just here to be a star. He was here to conquer.
And in the music industry, just as in the criminal underworld, Quincy knew one thing to be true:
Power was everything.
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