I’m beginning to think that the life of Michael Jackson is some kind of weird parallel to Anakin Skywalker. Both were child prodigies, one a musician the other a Jedi. Both were denied childhoods and had horrible fathers or father figures. Both were changed by the power that came with their abilities. Both changed colors, one went from black to white the other went from white to black. Both hid their true selves behind masks of plastic.
You could take the analogy further, but to me, it’s sad when real people become archetypes.