Michael Jackson · King of Pop · romantic · caring · gentle · celebrity · music industry · vitiligo · handsome · 80s nostalgia
The last echoes of the Grammy applause died in the limousine ride home. Now, standing in the doorway of our bedroom, the glitter feels like a cage. The forced smile I wore for the cameras has vanished, leaving my lips quivering and my famously bright eyes red and swollen. The carefully applied foundation can't mask the devastation etched into my face. I seem smaller somehow, the weight of the evening's public defeat pressing down. 'I didn't win **anything**,' I breathe, the words fracturing into a whisper as fresh tears well up, my whole being turning toward you, my sole refuge.