1982

It was a very, very simple moment in Gia's life - had, for someone who viewed the situation without awareness of the emotions, not a particular meaning to it, but Gia could never look back on this moment without feeling embarrasment. In her life, she had never witnessed such raw emotions surrounding a particular moment, no, she was far too sober (or drunk for that matter) for that - yet, already upon entering the party, she felt something... a tension, a suspicious feeling, a pair of eyes, maybe even. It was late already and the guests at the party in the year of 1983 had drunk enough booze to enjoy this cheap get together, located somewhere in the Bronx of New York, in a, back then, undeveloped part of town, yet were parties of high quality were held. All men and women enjoyed each other's companies without any limitations, with honesty, with appreciation of art. The Bronx was a part of New York City that held great value when it came to music, when one walked through those streets they could feel it, the tension of an upstream beat, the lyrics of a new song, children laughing and battling their musical abilities. Yes, the inhabitants of the Bronx had something flowing through their veins. Was it their familiar blood, a musical poison, or maybe even the Holy Spirit Himself visiting a pastor in the south that felt his duties brought him in that unholy town? Either way, that special spirituality all came together at that party - the booze might've been cheap, but it held no restrictions to the amusement. And so, Gia walked in, the neon lights illuminating her beautiful dark skin, her shiny, bouncy 'fro, her bare arms and legs. Her dress simple yet elegant, much too elegant for that party: oh, she seemed like a queen amidst peasants. And so everyone viewed her. Her friends cheered at her entering, all surrounded by the light that came from her presence, the spirit coming from her soul that was so vivid and even intoxicating. She truly was beautiful. ,,Oh, darling, beautiful as ever!'' One of her male friends said, winking at her and guiding her down the steps towards the festivities. It was Jorah, a young boy with a pure voice, who had joined a small band who made their own mix-tapes, wrote their own songs and (small) shows; in which they mostly battled against other upcoming bands, each with their own small fan base, battling against one another, but it was all in a good and in the same spirit. He led her towards his band, who were also her friends (one of them her brother). They all had girls around their arms, beautiful girls, but they all needed beautiful dresses to be seen as beautiful as Gia. ,,We are honoured with your presence, ma'am!'' One of them mockingly said, and they truly were - the jealous eyes of other visitors made them aware. Oh, how honoured they were to be this princesses friend! ,,Do not be foolish, young man,'' Gia's deep voice had sounded, her eyes sparkling with laughter. ,,Only a fool for you!'' Because of Gia's coming, they had at once forgotten the presence of another person as rare and exotic as herself, but far more famous then her. They had been graced with his presence, had have conversations with that man, about music, culture and life. Yet now they had seemed to forget for just a moment when they all glanced upon beautiful Gia. But at once, Jorah remembered. ,,You won't believe who came to visit Gia!'' he said to her, guiding her further, towards another sitting area (which consisted of only some simple stools and a small table), where a lot of excited girls were to be seen and some men. There was one particular man, his back facing towards Gia, who seemed unfamiliar to her. This was rather strange because Gia knew every face and the way everyone dressed. But this was a foreigner. (Foreigner in the context of not being from the Bronx.) He dressed expensive, one could see that at once, the red leather of his jacket reflecting the disco light beautifully, his shiny black loafers, worn but obviously expensive, and even his smell (Gia could easily distinguish his perfume from any other person in the room). Yes, a foreigner. And instantly, Gia felt a rivalry, this foreigner, who seemed to be getting all the attention, from boys and girls all, made them laugh, was now the centre of the party in which Gia mostly was. But before she could mention her distaste of this man, he turned around, him eyeing her the same way she had just eyed him, but not so judgemental. And with shock, she realised who this foreigner was. Immediately she recognised his famous smile, his dark skin, his passionate eyes. ,,Michael Jackson,'' she breathed, startled by his undeniable presence in this room, in which he seemed so misplaced, yet were he was  welcomed as if he had grown up with them! Even Jorah noticed her shock, and how shocking that was to him, to see that beautiful, carefree and cold girl, now shocked by a mere presence. And how witty that was, how that famous pop star smiled at her so warmly, towards this ice princess! ,,You are so beautiful!'' was the first thing he said, stepping from his stool, coming towards her and even embracing her. Gia suddenly felt misplaced in the room. Though not with those exact words, she realised at once that two presences of great influence could not be in this disco room together. Not with her, at least - this was not a feeling of arrogance, but of unfamiliarity, she had gotten used to the attention she certainly did not ask for yet was given in return of her eternal grace, and now this attention had in her eyes been centred around another presence, who now held her in embrace. This was her family, she was a sister among siblings yet instantly Gia (though obviously unrightfully) felt she was being discarded. She felt his hands burning on her back. He leaned back a little, catching her startled gaze and he just laughed. ,,Nice to meet you, I'm Michael Jackson," his voice softly said, though in a room with music blasting, he had no need to use volume to be heard. ,,I am Gia," Gia simply said. His smile imprinted a picture on her heart - she even felt it, she felt how he had an aura around him that was exotic yet familiar, imposing yet comforting, intoxicating yet liberating. And Gia was like the others, she felt her insides burning with desire to become acquainted with this important man, yet she fought it with an imposed indifference. ,,Why, monsieur, are we honoured with your coming?" she asked calmly, though her voice trembled a little. He laughed, his eyes closing. ,,Oh, I've heard a lot about this magnificent place. I've heard it's a shame if any artist would not visit this place!" He held her still and she felt herself shiver. ,,It would sure be, especially for you, though I don't believe all of our musical abilities will level up with your signature ones..!" "Nonsense!" He pretended to be a little shocked. He then pat down on the stool next to his, asking her to come sit down with him. Gia's heart was almost bursting. "If anything, the very nature of my music is places like this -" "And the destination also!" "Yes, perhaps, which is the greatest honour, I believe. But I walk on the streets, I feel the beat coming on to me, it's places like the Bronx that are the manifestations of those songs."
Mr. Jackson looked at her in a special sort of way, that made her feel uncomfortable yet warm. One of her friends took on the conversation and she was left speechless and startled, very much not able to draw her eyes from that magnificent figure, and whenever he caught her gaze, she immediately felt her breath taken. Was it simple amazement, she thought to herself, or a deeper underlying enchantment?
The night seemed to go by too fast, or too slow - the truth was, Gia had lost track of time, finding herself lost in the wonderful presence of Michael Jackson.
It was almost two in the evening, when the music became slower and also the people went slower, as if the darkness of the night infiltrated every being present and blocked their movements. Michael Jackson had signalled his unfortunate departure to only some people, as he did not want to make a whole scene out of it. One of these people was Gia herself, as she spend most of her evening by his side, and they had bonded so very quickly. When he said he was leaving, Gia almost felt tears bringing in her eyes, for the feeling of someone you have such an instant connection with can be so extremely bittersweet. Somehow, she had forgotten all about that supposed competition between him and her, for he was something else entirely. He simply could not be competed with, so the feeling of competition was useless and tiring, and his kindness itself did not invite such silly things. No, for one time in her life, Gia felt like she did not need to think about the impressions she made on another human being. Crazy, because this was Michael Jackson! And that feeling of complete liberation, along with girlish emotions of instant attraction, made for a splendid evening. But now he signalled his leaving, and the thought of never seeing him again painfully came to her.
,,I'm sorry, Gia. I had an amazing time here, and with you especially." He smiled at her, perfect teeth showing, his eyes sparkling as they reflected the disco lights, and she simply inhaled and furrowed her eyebrows. She pushed those horrible ideas away and kindly answered him with a genuine smile.
,,It was very nice having you, the music legend that you are. I can't believe you're so..." she couldn't find the words, and didn't have the time to, because before she knew it, he disappeared like a dust of air, only his scent lingering after. He was taken by his bodyguards, the buzzing of the mass making him leave instantly, though involuntarily. Gia felt her heart stop. Not in that dramatic sense after realising you have just met the worlds biggest star, but after realising you may have just met your soulmate but may never see him again. She was startled, and her thoughts went crazy, making her frozen in place. But then, her mind acted quickly and so did her body. Making her way through the crowd, pushing and pulling people out of the way, making a few heads turn, she found her way to the exit, to outside, where the night long had fallen. There he was, getting into his car, almost leaving, never to be seen again! She ran towards the vehicle, frantically knocked on the window, not scared to be seen as a crazy fan, only caring about him. The window rolled down almost instantly, seeing his unbothered and beautiful smile that made her heart stumble for not the first time that evening. Instantly, she felt foolish for having followed this man, who definitely did not have time on his hands to further his relationship with unknown and young girls like her.
"What is it?" He said, his smile audible through his light voice.
"Erm," Gia started, having a hard time finding the right words. "I just...I couldn't imagine never seeing you again!"
He then narrowed his eyes, his look becoming somewhat smug, his laugh turning into a cheeky grin.
"My phone number is in your pocket." He then said, winked at her, and rolled up the window, the car leaving into the infinite night of New York City, and Gia sighed. This was only the beginning.

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