A/N: Hello. Everyone. Welcome to the first chapter of the story "Space Jam"! Now, before we begin, though, I want everyone to know that I heard about what happened to Kobe Bryant. What happened to him was unfair. So, I wish to pay my respects for the fallen legend. May he continue to play Basketball well in the afterlife. The only difference so far is the opening song for it. Now, let's get to it, shall we?
Space Jam
Chapter 1: Michael's Dream/Retirement from Basketball
It all started one night on Summer 1973 when, as a shooting star was flying by with the moon is showing, a young Michael Jordan was playing basketball when his father, James Jordan, got outside.
"Michael?", James asked before his son turned to see his dad.
"What are doing out here, son? It's after midnight.", James asked puzzlingly.
"Couldn't sleep, Pops.", Young Michael responded.
"Well, neither can we with all that noise you're makin'. Come on, let's go inside.", James suggested.
"Just one more shot?", Young Michael asked.
"All right. Just one.", James agreed.
"Yeah.", the boy spoke elated my before he shot the ball to the basket.
"That's good, shoot it again.", James chuckled before he passed the ball to him.
Then, Michael shot the ball again to the hoop and made another shot before his father caught it and smiled.
"Getting pretty good, son. Go ahead, shoot 'til you miss.", James grinned as he passed Michael the ball.
"Do you think if I get good enough, I can go to college?", Young Michael asked as he shot it again and made another point.
"Hey. You get good enough, you can do anything you want to, Michael.", James assured.
"I want to play at North Carolina", Young Michael spoke as he shot the ball to the basket.
"That's a real fine school, real fine school. You can get a first class education there.", James smiled.
"I wanna play on the championship team. Then I wanna play in the NBA.", Young Michael spoke a bit excitedly.
"All right, let's slow down, son. Don't you think you oughta get a little sleep first?", James suggested.
"And once I've done all that...", the boy began.
"Uh-huh.", James spoke.
"I wanna play baseball just like you, Dad.", Young Michael finished.
"Baseball? Yeah, now that's a sport. When you're finished with that, I suppose you're gonna fly, huh?", James joked a bit as he and his son go toward the house.
Before they can go inside the house, though, Michael stopped and turned to face the basketball hoop and ran to the basket, dribbling it twice. As he ran, images of his older self playing real basketball flashed before he jumped and slam dunked it. It then showed the audience images of Michael Jordan playing in College and in the NBA, winning the game, trophies, medals and championships many times as the opening credits rolled before then showing Michael speaking at a sort of public event regarding his success and retirement.
Play Macklemore Music: "Can't Hold Us"
Ey ey, ey
Good to see you, c'mon let's go
Yeah, let's go
Alright, alright, okay, ah, alright, okay
Alright, okay
Return of the Mack', get up, what it is, what it does, what it is, what it isn't
Looking for a better way to get up out of bed
Instead of getting on the internet and checking a new hit
We get up, fresh out, pimp strut walking
Little bit of humble, little bit of cautious
Somewhere between like, Rocky and Cosby, sweater game
Nope, nope, y'all can't copy that
Bad, moonwalkin', this here, is our party
My posse's been on Broadway, and we did it our way, grown music
I shed my skin and put my bones into everything, I record to it
And yet I'm on, let that stage light go and shine on down
Got the Bob Barker suit game and Plinko in my style
Money
Stay on my craft and stick around for those pounds
But I do that to pass the torch and put on for my town
Trust me, on my I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T hustling
Chasing dreams since I was fourteen
With the fourtrack, bussin'
Halfway cross that city with the backpack, fat cat, crush it
Labels out here, nah, they can't tell me nothin'
We give that to the people, spread it across the country
Labels out here, nah, they can't tell me nothin'
We give it to the people, spread it across the country
Can we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us
Like the ceiling can't hold us
Can we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us
Like the ceiling can't hold us
Now, can I kick it? Thank you
Yeah, I'm so grateful
I grew up really wanting gold fronts
But that's what you get when Wu-Tang raised you
Y'all can't stop me, go hard like I've got an 808 in my heart beat
And I'm meeting at the beat like you gave a little speed
To a great white shark on shark week, raw
Tell me go up, gone
Gone! Deuces, goodbye, I've got a world to see
And my girl, she wanna see Rome
Caesar make you a believer, nah
I never ever did it for a throne
That validation comes, so I'm giving it back to the people now
Sing that song and it goes like
Raise those hands, this is our party
We came here to live life like nobody was watching
I got my city right behind me
If I fall they got me
Learn from that failure, gain humility
And then we keep marching, I said
Can we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight 'til it's over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us
Like the ceiling can't hold us
Can we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight 'til it's over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us
Like the ceiling can't hold us
So we put our hands up
So we put our hands up (Whoa, Whoa, Whoa)
Na, na, nana, na, nana, na
Aha, hey
And all my people say
Na, na, nana, na, nana, na (that's right, feels good)
And all my people say
Na, na, nana, na, nana, na
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
And all my people say
Na, na, nana, na, nana, na
Mack-le-eh-eh-eh-eh-more
Can we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight 'til it's over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us
Like the ceiling can't hold us
Can we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight 'til it's over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us
Like the ceiling can't hold us
End Macklemore Music: "Can't Hold Us"
"I just feel at this particular time that I've reached the, uh, pinnacle of my basketball career and I must retire. The one good thing that comes out of this is that my father had the opportunity to see me play my last basketball game and, and that means a lot to me.", Michael stated.
"What are you gonna do now?", the reporter asked.
"Well, I've never really told anybody this, except for one person and, uh, but I think I'm going to go and play professional baseball.", Michael answered.
"What position will you play?", the 2nd reporter asked.
"I don't know. As a kid, I was a pitcher. I think that'd be kinda hard for me to pitch, so I think I'm gonna play in the outfield.", Michael responded.
As Michael continued talking, the focus was zooming up to the night sky.
And that's that. For the 1st chapter, that is. Fortunately, there will be more coming soon this week. Maybe even today for the next 4. Rest assured, there will be more differences coming soon. :)