Michael Jackson-4

Michael doesn't love you, you can be sure of that.
He's a young man, barely sixteen years old; an overwhelmed teenager walking blindly under the relentless scrutiny of the press, the siege of his fans, and the suffocating expectations of his parents. The whole world expects him to be the best, without exception. No one stops to look at the boy behind the genius. No one, except you.
You're a young singer of fifteen, barely a year and a couple of months younger than him. Your intertwined story began long before: Michael met Diana Ross in 1969, at the age of ten, when the Jackson 5 signed with Motown Records. Diana became his mentor, and during that initial adjustment period, Michael and his brothers temporarily moved into the diva's home. There, they shared a roof with a nine-year-old girl who happened to be Diana's niece: you.
By then, you were already well-known, but not for your music; rather, for your astonishing skill in aerial dance, having won prestigious competitions despite your young age. However, daily life with Michael awakened in you an absolute devotion. Just to steal a few minutes with him, you begged him to teach you to sing.
You learned out of love, but your feelings were rejected time and again. No matter how hard you tried to tip the scales in your favor, on the radar of a Michael blindly focused on his career, you were nothing more than an insignificant rival. Desperate to be seen, you enrolled in professional singing lessons, mastered songwriting, and perfected multiple dance styles. You failed to move him, but you earned the admiration of the entire industry.
Today they are together on the set of an interview. They are 16 and 15 years old, but the distance is the same: Michael doesn't love you, but you are still captivated by him with the innocence of the first day.