Gigi, my makeup artist since I was 13, had turned my chair around and let me face the mirror. As much as I've had my makeup done, i'm always shocked by the results.

"You look a solid 16 today." Gigi laughed at me, tucking her brushes away.

"Shut up." I pushed her away. I look young, I always have. Its's these damn cheeks. She makes fun of me all the time for it,but at least when I'm 40 i'll look 30. Veronica stormed in the room with a phone in her hand.

"15 minutes, you look amazing, and Michael's on the phone." she said all in one breathe. Me and Gigi looked at each other and started laughing.

"You take a seat and a breath now." Gigi took her by the arm and led her to a seat. "I'll go get you some water." She flashed a face at me and left the room. I placed the phone to my ear and listened to the commotion in the background, I heard Michael's soft breathing and the car sounds. "Salvation Army tomorrow Marlon." Then I heard them bust up into laughter. Aww their being mean to my baby.

"Hi baby." I greeted him in a baby voice.

"Hey." he greeted me. "Stop laughing at me." He laughed. I couldn't help but smile.

"Put me on speaker phone."

"Ok your on." he voice sounded more distant.

"Yall stop being mean to my baby."

"Yes ma'am" I heard Jackie say.

"No promises" Tito added it.

"I'm not playin'"

"Yes mother" Marlon yelled. Michael took me off speaker phone and the stage director came in my room and screamed 5 minutes.

"Why is he yelling?" Veronica looked at me. I shrugged at her.

"Well, I didn't want much. I just wanted to say Good Luck and I love you."

"WHIPPED." I heard the boys yell in the background.

"I love you too baby."

"Bye." He giggled. I blew him a kiss over the phone and hung up.

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"She is the most requested female artist on the radio. The highest selling teen solo artist of all time. She's got more number one hits than any other artist in history. She's had not one not two, but four number one albums. She was awarded the Grammy's Best New Artist at just the age of 13, making her the youngest artist to do so and guess what? She's only 18. Everyone give it up for the lovely, beautiful, and talented Jasmyn" Oprah shouted and the crowd started cheering behind her. I came out waving and blowing kisses to them. They were the cutest. In the front row some of them had my name spelled out. They were holding posters from the earlier part of my career. Some were even Listening Session tour posters.

Oprah pulled me in for a big hug before we both say down.

"Look at you! I remember when you were just this big." She held her hand about 4 inches off the ground and the entire crowd laughed at her.

"I'm still that big.." I chuckled. "But yeah I had just started when you interviewed me the last time. I was only 13."

"That's crazy. I remember when you released the had released the first album." Then she pulled it out. "Pink Champagne. Do you remember this." I put my hands over my face. "This came out in 1978, you were only 13." She held it out to me and pulled out another one.

"Yours Truly, 1979, 14 years old." She held it up and showed it to the crowd and then handed it to me.

"Oh my god do you have my whol-"

"Christmas Kisses." She set it in my lap.

"Wow." I said under my breath.

"MY EVERYTHING, this one's a gem. 1980, 15 years old." She handed it to me.

"Oprah your killing me." I took it from her and placed it in my lap.

"Christmas and Chill" She held it out and handed it to me. I set it in my lap with the rest. She's setting my entire past right in front of me. It made me feel proud of how far i've come just looking at all my hard work. All those sleepless nights in the studio, late night rehearsals, and grueling tours have brought my career here.

"Dangerous Woman." and the the whole crowd went "oooooo" and there is always that one person that whistles really loud. Dangerous Woman was a sexy album, sexier than anything I had ever done at that point. Since I was 16 when it was released everyone thought it was too racy for my age. But I didn't give a fuck. "1981, 16 years old." and she handed it to me.

"Is this it?" I asked, my lap was full.

"And finally, Essence of Me, which was a double album, any particular reason why that was."

"Well 1982 was a very uhmm..interesting year for me and I uhhh had a lot to say so I turned that into music."

She nodded her head at me. "Are you working on anything else at the moments. I heard we can expect a new project soon."

"Well I don't know about soon but I am in the studio working on some things. Just writing really."

"When can we expect it?"

"Well that would ruin the surprise Oprah." The crowd laughed and so did Oprah. "This is a very big year for music so I just wanna wait..." The crowd started laughing at me. "..until things simmer down a bit. I don't wanna get caught up in the wind storm."

"Yes this has been a great year for music..Michael has head a great year. Isn't that right guys." The crowd clapped in agreement. "How is it being Michael Jackson's girl during this time, where he is at the very top of the music scene. Are their a lot of girls flocking around him? Any Billie Jean's popped out the blue?"

I clenched my jaw and cleared my throat. But smiled to keep my composure. I still have a little bit of resentment towards Michael because of that situation. Even though the baby wasn't his, I still kept that thought in the back of my mind. He's worked so hard to build back up my trust though. I think he's beat himself up over it more than I have.  "Uhmm no I mean I'm sure there are girls but they haven't been an issue. We've been in a really good place lately. I couldn't be happier."

"Aww so can we expect a few love songs dedicated to Michael on this next album." I started blushing and tilted up an album to cover my face.

"We have a video of you two from the Grammy's this year."

"Oprah your bullying me today."

The clip showed Michael as he walked up on stage after he won the award for Best Pop Vocal Performance, Male. He was kissing cheeks, shaking people's hand and hugging them. I was most likely standing up, clapping like an idiot crying my eyes out. They panned to me and showed my outfit for the night. Something simple, so I would compliment Michael's sparkly jacket.

Sure enough I was crying like an idiot. In between Layota and Janet in the from row. The whole room was giving him a standing ovation. Watching this made me feel so proud of him.

"Thank you uhmm." and the crowd started screaming like mad men. The girls in the balcony were going crazy that night. He blew them kissed and told him he loved them. He did that so much that night. Of course we was up there more than anyone. "When something like-when something like this happens..you want those who are dear to you up here with yah,"

I smiled at the fact he said 'yah'. He spent one weekend with me and my family down in Louisiana and he picked up the dialect immediately.

'I'd like for my sisters," he let out a giggle. "Latoya and Janet please come up."

And we saw them run up and give him a hug and kiss on the cheek. Then he started. "First I'd like to thank God who makes." Then he stopped. "I'd like to have the beautiful lady in my life up here too. You know I can't do this without you." and the camera panned to me and showed as I walked up the steps, crowd cheering me on, wiping my tears trying to pull myself together. When I got up there Michael wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed me on the cheek and thats where they stopped the video.

"Awww" the crowd said. She got up and walked toward the screen behind us and pointed to my promise ring.

"Is than an engagaent ring I see?"

"NO!!" I waved my hands. "It's just a promise ring."

"Can we expect a wedding anytime soon."

"Maybe one day." I started twirling the ring around on my finger. She walked back to her seat and sat down and crossed her legs slowly.

"Can I ask you a question?" she leaned in, making a whispery voice but obviously loud enough for the crowd to hear.

"Have you heard of that new guy on the scene?" I knew exactly where this conversation was headed.

"Who?" I leaned in near her and played dumb.

"His name is Prince, have you heard of him?" Shit I knew this was going to happen.

"Yes I have, he's very talented and I love his new album."

"Can we expect any collaborations?"

"Maybe." I winked at her.

"You heard it here folks." Oprah shouted at the crowd and they all cheered

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"Maybe?, bitch are you crazy? Why the hell would you say that?" Hannah criticized me on the other line. I was sitting on the couch, sipping green tea and watching a "The Jeffersons" marathon. My hair was all over the place and I was in a pink onesie. If I could wear a onesie everyday of my life I swear.

"Well what the hell else was I supposed to say. Yeah he's my best friend, we fucked once or twice. It was cute banter no one is going to care about it."

"Do you know these tabloids these days. Michael can't even piss a different shade of yellow anymore. They'll say he's cheating on you the banana overlord's mistress and you know what? People will believe them. Why? Because people are dumb. Simple as that." As much as I hated it, she was right. The tabloids will blow anything out of proportion these days and the sad thing is people will believe it. I believe David Bowie described people best when he said; "People are so fucking dumb. Nobody reads anymore, nobody goes out and looks and explores the society and culture they were brought up in. People have attention spans of five seconds and as much depth as a glass of water". I should really get that quote framed.

Jasmyn are you listening to me?"

"Yeah" I lied.

"Then what I say?" she asked.

"Shit, fuck, bitch asshole you always cussin' ." I mocked her.

"Oh fuck you." she laughed. "Well girl, I'm about to go to sleep. Don't forget you have that meeting with the designer tomorrow. Remember black sequined two piece with matching heels." I groaned and threw my head back.

"But I don't even know if I wanna go anymore. What about the tabloids?"

"Bitch fuck them tabloids. I will come through this phone and smack the shit outcha'. We already discussed this."

"But you the one that said tha-"

"BITCH DID YOU SEE THEM TICKETS?? THEM SOME PRETTY ASS TICKETS. YOU GOIN' OR IMMA DRESS AND DRAG YA RED ASS THERE. OKAY? OK" and she hung up. Sometimes I question our friendship.