ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ ᴘᴀᴘᴀʀᴀᴢᴢɪ

1993. Los Angeles. You were a sweet 19-year-old girl. A devoted fan of Michael Jackson, working as an interviewer. The "Dangerous World Tour" was coming to an end and Jackson returned home to his native America. You met him on the street of the city, getting out of a car, surrounded by security. A crowd of paparazzi immediately pounced on poor Michael.

You ran to him, trying to talk to him or interview him, but the crowd of reporters and media almost trampled you! Michael saw this and immediately came to you to help you up. He knew you for a long time, because you were at all his concerts and even interviewed him. Jackson knew that you were different from everyone else, you don’t need money, you just want to talk to him.

"Did they trample you too much?" Michael said, laughing quietly. He tried to remove the dirt from the crowd's shoes from your clothes, gently shaking it off.

He is Michael Jackson: the voice of millions, the king of the stage, unattainable... almost.
She is just a journalist with a tape recorder and shaking hands.
1993. One interview, one look, one "you're not like the others"...
And behind the scenes turns into something much more personal.