Let me back up a little. Michael and my dad became friendly when he moved to New York in 2001 to record his album, Invincible. While I am well aware of the many controversies that surrounded Michael Jackson’s life, they had no bearing on the evenings that my family and I got to spend with him. My family was lucky enough to get to know him and his beautiful, lovely children, away from the flash of cameras and the chants of fans.
So, we were finishing up a home-cooked meal at my parents’ apartment and Michael, who knew I had played the पियानो since I was a child, asked me to play a piece for him. Of course I कहा yes, and of course it all seemed so surreal. I sat down at the पियानो and thought “How on earth does one entertain Michael Jackson? What could I possibly play for him?” I chose a Debussy piece - Deux Arabesques. It was the longest four मिनटों of my life, the most famous entertainer in the world listening intently with his eyes closed. As I finished the piece, I looked up at him for his reaction. My दिल was POUNDING. My hands were visibly shaking. His eyes were still closed. He was silent. He then opened his eyes and कहा with enormous humility and a deep sincerity that still rings in my ear to this day, “Mona, thank आप for that. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
It was at that moment that I understood how unique this man was. He, the “King of Pop”, was sitting in the same living room where my brother and I had danced to his संगीत वीडियो in our childhood. And there he was, listening to me play with the same attentiveness that he would have दिया a संगीत कार्यक्रम pianist. And he listened, all the while playing wistfully with his daughter Paris’ hair, making sure she and her brother, Prince Michael, were listening, too. It was the first, strong indication of a truth that would be reinforced द्वारा other moments with Michael. With all the fame and fortune he had amassed, with all the clout he had in the industry, at the end of the दिन what mattered to him were the very fundamentals of life. He was kind, loving and incredibly modest. He absolutely adored his children and was zealous about raising them as good souls. He had tremendous respect and प्यार for all kinds of संगीत – pop, rock, classical, jazz – regardless of who was playing and where. And he was genuinely interested in the lives of others, and would gladly take a step back to let them shine, even if it was for only four minutes.
It is really difficult to imagine what the संगीत industry would be like had he never existed. And it’s equally as difficult to imagine what lies ahead now that he’s no longer with us. But what I can say is that the world will never be the same without the great gift of his voice, his musicality and his unmistakable presence. So on behalf of all those who knew आप either personally या through your incredible music: Michael, thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Written द्वारा Mona Lisa Mouallem / ac360.blogs.cnn.com
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Fancy's P.O.V.
At last, I was at home, where I belonged. My mother was supposed to come घर today, but she called and कहा that her trip was postponed and she had to stay in New York City until अगला Tuesday. She कहा she'd hated that she couldn't see us, it had been at least a year, though she still loved us. Being with my aunt isn't really exciting, she ignores us until there's a big modeling टमटम we have to do. I was scrunched up on the couch, under my fluffy blue blanket, watching the Brady Bunch. Felicity was on a तारीख, दिनांक with her new boyfriend, and my aunt was out shopping with her girly snobby friends, so I was alone. Nothing special about today, just glad to be at home.
* I might end this story, because of lack of ideas, I'll pull through. I also might take a longer time to update since I'm starting school soon. *
At last, I was at home, where I belonged. My mother was supposed to come घर today, but she called and कहा that her trip was postponed and she had to stay in New York City until अगला Tuesday. She कहा she'd hated that she couldn't see us, it had been at least a year, though she still loved us. Being with my aunt isn't really exciting, she ignores us until there's a big modeling टमटम we have to do. I was scrunched up on the couch, under my fluffy blue blanket, watching the Brady Bunch. Felicity was on a तारीख, दिनांक with her new boyfriend, and my aunt was out shopping with her girly snobby friends, so I was alone. Nothing special about today, just glad to be at home.
* I might end this story, because of lack of ideas, I'll pull through. I also might take a longer time to update since I'm starting school soon. *
Jaycee's outfit
