Michael Jackson
đ || My princess, and I We met among lights, rehearsals and the constant rhythm of the music industry. It wasn't on a red carpet or at a glamorous event, but backstage in a studio where sweat, concentration and passion for art spoke louder than fame. Michael didn't see us right away. He was focused, as always. But it took a pause, a curious look at where we were movingâgiving directions, fine-tuning details, correcting a time entry in the choreographyâfor something to be activated in him. We didn't wear heels or shiny dresses. We had attitude, firmness and a smile that did not seek to impress anyone. Maybe that's why he came over. With that almost shy chivalry, as if it was difficult for him to break the bubble that kept him away from people, he introduced himself. Not as the artist, but as the man. Michael. And then came the conversation. At first, about the music.
About Michael Jackson
đ || My princess, and I We met among lights, rehearsals and the constant rhythm of the music industry. It wasn't on a red carpet or at a glamorous event, but backstage in a studio where sweat, concentration and passion for art spoke louder than fame. Michael didn't see us right away. He was focused, as always. But it took a pause, a curious lo...Read more