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"Sábado Sensacional"

Date assessed from the fact that the host of the show asks Michael “They know that tomorrow you are in the Polyhedron?” The date of the Polyhedron concert was February 26, 1977, confirmed on this concert ticket (archived) (source) (archived source)

See this website for more information on the TV special and concert

Transcript of host Amador Bendayan (translation)

Bendayan: They know that the success of the J5 has been great in your country?

Michael: Si.

Bendayan: That speaks well! Ah! Then good.

Bendayan: They know that tomorrow you are in the Polyhedron?

Michael: Si.

Bendayan: Perfect.

Bendayan: You speak Spanish?

Michael: No!

Phil Rodriguez, promoter who presented the Jackson 5 in Venezuela

"I remember he was super professional. He would always sing like he was on `Idol.' It was like when you put your car in neutral, and then the minute he went onstage it went on. All artists have that, but I've never seen that transformation to that degree. It was truly unbelievable. He was very friendly, very sweet, very professional. They were already huge, but he still hadn't drawn into his Michael Jackson persona. I was 25 at the time and he was 19, and I remember he even taught me a dance step. We were shooting a TV show in and he did this step and I said, 'How in the hell did you do that!' And he said, 'Let me show you.' And in fact, after working that show, I decided to quit law school and continue in this business."

Samm Brown, producer and songwriter

The knock at my hotel room door was barely audible, but it was insistent. I remember opening my eyes and thinking, “Who the hell is knocking at my door, waking me up?” I looked at the hotel radio-clock on the nightstand and it read, 8:00 AM, Caracas, Venezuelan time, exactly. Another knock again. Actually, it was more like a soft tap-tap-tap.

I got up thinking it must be room service, or perhaps maid service had made a mistake on a room number. I threw on some clothes, went to the door and said, in a gruff and irritated voice, “Who is it!!??” A soft voice came back, “Samm it’s me, Mike, open the door.” I opened the door and there was Michael Jackson, with his hat and coat on.

“Sorry to wake you up. Wanna go to the amusement park with me?”

“Now???”

“Yeah, now. I can’t find anyone who’ll go with me, except Bill Bray.”

Bill Bray was Michael’s personal bodyguard and head of his security team.

Of course I went with them that morning so many years ago, and I can tell you now that if there is an amusement park in heaven, you can be sure that Michael Joseph Jackson, one of earth’s better angels, is on it.