It's that time again! Time for me to reach into my mind and bring forth an MJ memory from way back when.
Today, I wanted to talk about Michael Jackson at the World Music Awards in 2000.
The show aired in May and I had just turned 14 years old at the time, and had been in love with Michael for just about 5 years. It was just sheer luck, as it always was before I got a computer and could ride around on Michael's back at all times. I had seen the advertisement for it on ABC family channel for the world music award and when I heard that Michael Jackson was going to be there, wild horses couldn't have torn me from the room.
I'll be honest. I was kind of ignorant about music shows and stuff. I literally thought the only award handed out in the world was the Grammy. I didn;t know there were other awards in other countries. Or that Michael Jackson could win them. And at the time, I didn't know what Michael was up for or anything. I just had my snob hat on and said he would get whatever any way because he WAS Michael Jackson. ( I am a snob about Michael. It's just natural to me)
Anyway, I heard they were handing out "Artist of the Milleneum" for Male and Female. and if I'm right, Mariah Carey--pre-TRL breakdown--recieved hers before Michael.
But when Prince Albert of monaco jumped up and started talking about Michael and showing clips of him, I was rooted to the spot, holding my MJ doll and looking on as if I was in the room with the fans.
I was just so excited, I probably would have gone up in confetti. And then there he was.
Michael Jackson. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I was just frozen.
DID I MENTION THE SO-AND-SO WAS ON TELEVISON?
I was just like in a state of shock and often now I wonder how I would have reacted at that age seeing him in person. I saw him in person ONCE, but I was older and kept my shit together.
It was liek a concert. Time suspended and Michael was there, being still, looking and the crowd was losing its mind...it was just one of my favorite looks and appearances I've ever seen on Michael.
so clean, and simple and precise. The sleek black outfit. His pale, milky, bioluminscent skin...the hair, the eyes...it was all a work of art to me.
He hadn't evne spoke yet for crying out loud.
The prince handed him a little award, and Michael rattled off a good and shy speech, then at the end he did a little move and I almsot lost it. I thought he was gonna perform and I was mildly burned that he didn't. But he looked so good, all was forgiven anyway.
It just made me proud, so proud that someone I looked up to and maybe idolized to an extent was named Artist of the Millenium--an award he got at several more shows too in the following 2 years. Just that he was so talented and blessed and brilliant and that I was around to see it and talk about it and even if people bothered me about it, I could literally be like "Fuck you, Michael's the man of the millenium" and they shot up and let me be. (And I have said that, trust me. Trust me.)
It was just another little notch on my MJ fan belt. And I'll remember it!
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