The shy 15-year-old boy sounds EXACTLY like Michael Jackson.

It’s difficult to audition in front of four judges and a couple of hundred strangers. This 15-year-old overcomes stage fright and wows everyone in the room.

A talented singer does not choose to go to the X Factor to audition for the chance to compete in this world-renowned singing competition.

More so when you’re a 15-year-old teen with an audience of family and friends that never exceeded twenty listeners at any given time.

Fortunately, stage fright did not take hold, and Joel Goncalves passed with flying colors. While his first public performance was excellent, his voice astounded both the judges and the audience.

Before the performance, Joel failed to mention to the judges Ronan Keating, Guy Sebastian, Natalie Bassingthwaighte, and Mel B that he would sound exactly like Michael Jackson.

Joel Goncalves made the best decision of his life by selecting Michael Jackson’s song “This Girl is Mine.” Everyone was taken aback by his talent and, simply put, divine voice.

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